Sometimes in love
Impossibility does occur
It’s called distance
That might be
Inches or miles
Time or ages
And it promises
Only one thing
To push away
Or draw close
It doesn’t depend
On the where
Or the why
When or how
But the who
Category: Gay
AuntiesSky
I do remember
Watching my auntie
Primp and preen
On Friday afternoons
For that nights
Fish-fry and bingo
At the end
And with the
Flourish of witchcraft
Slap slap slap
As powder exploded
Like cosmetic Armageddon
Creating a cloudy
Dust which slowly
Revealed the bluest
Of blue eyes
Blinking and sparkling
While yellowed teeth
Laughed broadly amused
Give a kiss
Right here boy
She would ask
Pulling me into
Her sunny magic
This is what
This mornings sky
Reminds me of
Diamonds (to Bean)
Oh I spy
Diamonds in grass
Early morning dew
Sitting and shimmering
Dancing like fairy
Wings or tiny
House lights of
Nymphs and gnomes
Glisten they do
Disappear they must
But for now
They but twinkle
Like galaxies nestled
In Kentucky bluegrass
Spoon
Thinking of you
Stirring my coffee
Hearing that tink
Which once angered
Now woefully missing
Even summer knows
That it will
Once again kiss
Fall and winter
Relies on spring
But me now
What I have
Is simply that
Muted sound of
My own spoon
CouldWouldShould
And sitting atop
A grand magical
Forest green we
Wondered what if
We joined forces
You of magic
Me of beauty
Could would should
We change anything
In your world
As in mine
There are troubles
That we cannot
Prevent nor cure
There is pain
Suffering and despair
We are not
The harbingers of
Change but simply
Kings of possibilities
Only when the
World disgusts itself
By its selfishness
Only then will
They notice us
With hearts empty
And eyes open
