There exists no mortal luxury Which rivals the pure delight That is quiet companionship. To fill silence With notes of congruence And to look out at landscapes With bonded visions is to feel Most poignantly The righteousness of Human existence. I believe in these moments Of softened connection And strengthened ties, In which I may feel that I am one with you all and we are meant to be In combined presence.
There is not much to be sure of rather than beginnings and ends, but in the abstract in between I am grateful for friends.
It was a quiet, foggy day and my friends and I stood silently at the dock of a pond and looked out together. It was a very beautiful, whole moment, and I was touched.
I desire for a man of shadow Who beckons to my internal night. I pine to join a darkened fellow And relish shared lack of light. I fantasize of a stolen corner Where he and I may quietly intertwine. I wish to imbibe soul's ink of another Whose dusk is kindred to mine.
To admire a beautiful woman you wish not to know her thoughts Lest her image be tarnished by possible contradictory unbecoming’s > Which may reside In the active mind Of an active other Rather it is as we please To keep The object of our fancy Within constraints A figure to paint A portrait to take An image of untouched delicacy
And so I look at you and fear the words Which strive like petals to bloom on your lips There is a certain mystery to you I know that I will miss If I hear your worldly views You may dim in curious glow If I learn your sense of humor The wonder of you might go And so in hopes to safeguard That unforgettable, Mystical charm I hold you secure For in my eyes you are Like a butterfly in a jar
To me you are A winged thing Adrift on the airs of secrecy With demure peek And a smile sneak I ache to see you flying Yet there lies the danger inherently That your skyward course Would take the route Of your hidden truth Which is at odds with my envisioning
Hence I pledge to know you not Beyond what eyes may take This is a jar Which remains sealed That your beauty may never taint.
I am a forest of many small fires. Matches tossed carelessly into tinder which waits fervently for the touch of a sparking disarray, I am all at once a smolder and senseless blazing flame and the smoke which billows away from me reeks arrestingly of shame. And so I am ashes, purely enveloped the black sickening airs of ghastly passions, insisted becomings and hasty stashes, I am shame and attempts to mask it seem to disintegrate like the cajoles of yesterday. I am a forest of many small fires which have melded into one, as the blurring of myself with the long observed sum. As dust dry bones to the carcasses of slain, the creatures of innocence whose tried escapes but in vain, I slough the suffering of a thousand drunkards on the undeserving lips, of the meticulous sparrow’s sloppily incinerated nest. I am dissolution to good and my flames stand to show, of how easily destruction may pass for personal growth.
How we fall into each other. Such whispers of congruence, I release in your presence— I knew not there could be bliss So rapturous as this On the day when strangers’ bated glance Took upon the winds of our happenstance. I am clouds and airy delight, beams of freshened, fearless light Unfurling through leaves spring sweet. Skin decorated with kisses Like precious footsteps which retreat Into the embrace of a forest Blanketed in loving quietness. You smile to mine and I am lifted. High from the atmosphere which binds me in mortal day, This night-softened realm of sweet affection is the place Where dream is interwoven With down-feather words spoken Isolated from time and structure, Unbroken. With earnest and openness you look into me And to my heart you beckon so smartly. My precious darling, in moments which feel elongated by shortened breaths, So eternal is our belonging In the grooves of traced caress. To dance with the communication of poised lips— As one, In shared bliss— I am transported to a peace Which I know only to be The grace of when you fall into me.
Find a love which breathes like spring Crisp clarity to eager inhalation. Find a love like citrus bursting From ripe rind’s awakening sensation. Find a love like fits of laughter Which tear open the fixed closure of tears Find a love that leaps toward the infinite Sprightly and slightly as the startled deer. I am one who finds this love In stirring touch and prolonged gaze. I find a love who brings to me Spring’s breath in winter days.
With besmirched heart And eye downcast In present we sit Under weight of past.
“This need not be” To me you assure. Words so gently Coax me to ignore
The pain that was, The hurt that remains. Curiosity that struggles Against fear’s restraints.
Prey once trifled Knows traps, snares, rifles, And paves far paths From hunter’s past trials.
And so I built My wayward course Now thrown by you, Your softened remorse.
“This can be changed” Comes deftly from the lips Which bore my precious passions and lent a love remiss
And within the swelling silence In which the whole world leaned to me I struggled with divulgence Of the longing inward teeming
“We’ll have to see” To you I tentatively supply The relief of pursuant’s success As your gaze dives into mine I sense the creeping disarray Of the desire I once knew When naive doe fell to trap As naive does tend to do.