Yesterday’s Hug

All to gather in

Hold back the tears

Be steady

Only at the edges

Of the extreme moments

Are we touched

By our instinctive resources

Just as

The oarsman

Balances on his boat

Which carries only flowers

Sat alone

I listen to the Lovely Thunder

Thinking

How cold today’s leather settee

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I sense your fear

Your fear of my giving up work

Your fear of taking on yet another dependent

The fear becomes a silence between us

Unable to elucidate our thoughts

How much easier, or not

If I was of independent means

The fear turns into action

As you check off my letter of application

For a job that I do not want

A job that is possibly beyond me

A job whose only attraction is its local vicinity

I wonder if the fear is your fear

Is it that you are afraid for me

Feared that I will do naught

Yet if we talk, although

We don’t often talk on this matter

We end up talking about the money

Not that I want to be an ascetic

Nor give up our worldly possessions

Neither be unable to go away on vacations

It is that I am beginning

To put a very high value on my time

On my time with freedom to do with as we wish

I want, I want, I want

As much as any spoilt child wanted

I want time back, time for me, time for me & you

Time for me, for you, and for our love

Love of a life more gentle

Even love that’s a little bit sentimental

Somehow it is easier to put it on the page

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Skin Tight & Passionate

He might name this

A cotton wool sky

Except that it is, as if

 

Her saturns rings of fire

Were not already burning

Burning down his present horizons

She might sing along

To those Little fluffy clouds

Except that it is, as if

His knives had not already

Sliced through her canvas

Cut right in, to her sodden thoughts

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Sketched As A Slow Tide

With her sheaf and gown 

Gathered up high

The young woman

Looks to the side

The madness of it all

Circulates incessantly

Her mind instantly awake

Contemplating confusion

Her thighs and toes tingle

Above she hears footsteps

The lamp shade is softly scarlet

Her garments, they are Prussian blue

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Perfumed Grains of Dust

He walked into the desert, her shadow faded to nought

He turned

Towards the shimmering sun, her image became a silhouette

The sound of water splashed

She was hidden but bathing

The sound of mindful meditations

She was quiet, but covertly waiting

He kicked the sand petulantly, her sting irritated the surface

He put his head into his hands, her voluble echoes vibrated

The scent of musk dashed

She was moving but scathing

The scent of old flirtations

She was still, still but hesitating

He walked out of the desert, her presence he had sought

He turned

As if time to run, from the essence he could not resurrect

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