this is where all the secrets are held in the smell of yesterday's rain in the air in the dark, and in that pool in the little moonlight patch falling on my bed with the window open and the air cool and the night young and wild and a fool
I refuse to diffuse myself I refuse to refuse myself of these bubbling feelings you brought me to a boil you tried to be my character foil scrub and rub myself clean of your imprinted kisses but my mind is still tattooed by all your smooth moves I was too naive and you were too cool made me question my reality, made me lessen my sexuality walking the line for someone again like the fool
Thinking of my closest relationships makes me marvel at what a fool I am. A map of the streams of my loves would show small settlements tiny villages where I’ve rested from my frantic search for meaning - spaces made by nights of talking and sharing - spaces of kisses, cries, shouts and whispers that kept together the threads we coiled into a chord of memories.
Memories of foolish leaps we both made into a friendship, a kinship, a marriage a co-creation.
What faith abides in me that causes me to abandon logic for love? It is a mystery to me how I can stay in this embrace despite our divergencies?
But it is a splendid mystery I celebrate.
I bow to my new friend ruqayyah I met on this website. His poem, “keep your friends close” caused me to write this poem. It is about the trust necessary for close relationships of all kinds. I think of my relationship with my relatives, my friends, my church, my wife. All of these are based on some degree of trust.