we shook hands
tell-all flashes flared up
this man's shame

I had vowed to curb this curse--
to stop spying on anyone's history;
to not stall long enough,
with streetwise small talk,
until I absorbed every gory secret

fair play denied,
my lips dished out a long enough topic
and by the time we parted,
I knew all
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 13, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
~~

his guiding spirits have spoken:
she is the heart's love
distance, time apart--
or whatever factor--
coffee-sipping lips dismiss
with satisfied, sudden smiles;
the precursors of most agreeable nods

and, even, at times,
a familiar conclusion:
"is it not so! if she is
my heart's love, doesn't
the rest of me--all
of me--love her just as much?",
crowns this lonely man's
pronouncement answer, from his guiding spirits,
to the same oft-beseeched question
~~
..Sat. Sept. 4, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's heart

you slept on the inside of the bed
I on the outside
you were cooler
I was calmer
and we talked of everything
but of course - mostly - nothing
you left early in the morning
I slept while you readied

you eskimo kissed my nose
to say you were leaving
and leaving me there
and before my smile reached both ears
you reached the door and were gone
but still there in my head
heading toward my heart