Let you know what I wait for
For now I remain patient
When you know why
Will you think it’s virtuous
* * * * *
Circle of Stones
I sense the being before I hear it…see it
She is without name
Lusty and merry she knows how to please
She is within me in the most secret corner of my soul
I don’t know when I first felt her naked fingers
On my back…my body
I turned to see a vision of beauty…fire
Naked she stood with raw lust in her eyes
I was engulfed
She took my mind
Ate it right there in front of me
Those parts of my body which were able
Where aching for her right there
She took my mind
And there will she remain
No one will know…believe the loss
Now and then she comes out
While I try to sleep
Makes me want her…do her bidding
I always obey waiting for my reward
And always waiting
She has placed a circle of stones
In me…In my mind
I can’t see inside…am I me or her
Boy or girl
Human
Does it matter
I still am here alone
* * * * *
Further Canterbury Tales
I
Victoria Coach Station, Cafeteria, London
Florescent lights shine
On couple uniting
With time to kill
On hard plastic seats
Where laughter and boredom
Pass some of the time
With warm sodas and cold coffee
Cigarettes and cigars
Dim the lights
Curling and choking
Smoke and heat
In proximity
Prompts another walk
For fresh air
None is found
So return to the group
Sharing the wait
To motley destinations
With no coaches in sight
II
Coaches, coaches everywhere
Arrived late
Wait for the next one
The time has come
Dash for the bay
Lines of coaches
Fill the view
As the timetable
Is checked again
And the watches
Where’s the coach
It’s late
The wrong bay
It’s always this one
A man approaches
A bomb was found
On the A2
A bomb never exploded or noticed
Not since World War II
There’ll be a delay
Those going south
Pilgrims to Canterbury
Disperse to wait some more
Other coaches depart
On schedule
Thanks Hitler
* * * * *
My Grandpa Sat
The sun was sinking
Ending the day
Our white porch
Orange and red
Painted by sunset
The screen door opens
I go outside
Lemonade in hand
My grandpa sat
On our swing
Slowly rattling
Back and forth
We sip slowly
On the ground
A fallen branch
My time to play
He stays swinging
A whistle and a smile
Breaks through
Wrinkles and whispers
In his way he plays
* * * * *
Further Eliminations
How could I have known
The sweet girl next door
Could have such talents
Did the leather always excite
Where do all the whips come from
Must I always be bound
To your hits…my bruises
Must you always wear
That mask of innocence in public
That mask of control in private
How could I have know
You’d be so wonderful
* * * * *
Stonehenge
Deceptively small
Circle of gray
Giants on a hill
A sea of green
Cut by ditches
Surrounded
By distant mounds
Resting place
Of the past
Some giants fall
Still here
Puzzling
Maybe existing
Just for its own
Perfect simplicity
One spot
Whispering
10,000 words
Any poem fails
To notice and is
Gratefully humbled by them
* * * * *
Avebury
Ring of guards
Intermingle with
Hills of green
Home to sheep
And a town
Quiet giants
Spread
In stately silence
Circling ground
Of age old importance
Individuals all
Joined by humans
To serve as
Its protector
And source
Lords and Ladies
Of hewn beauty
And serenity
* * * * *
My wish
Dew forms in a field near midnight
As stars twinkle above our blanket
Laying hand in hand
Unspoken words fill the silence
This field belongs to us
No distractions as I turn to you
You turn to me
I see the stars reflected in your eyes
The blanket wrinkles with our movement
I pull closer to lie in each other’s arms
We move deeper
Like a second blanket
You chase away the cold
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight
* * * * *
Goodbye
I feel a chill in my heart
Turmoil burns my stomach
I blinked once only once
And so much is gone
A week ago it was us
Now you say we’re still friends
You say this is for the best
Honesty is the answer
And I should be a sport
So you say I can survive
We were never meant to be
I don’t fit into your plans
Now a week is passed
We are no longer
I don’t use up your free time
After 2 years I’m alone again
Looking for happiness isn’t hard
Knowing you only needed a week
* * * * *
Through the fog
Late at night fog creeps
Headlights lose their power
Your touch is still felt
Though you are behind me
My love you are here
As the radio sings
My wounds have gone
You are whom I seek
A new love in my heart
A fresh voice in my ear
When we are together
I focus on every aspect
Eyes so brown
Lips so soft
Skin so tender
Lest I fade into the fog
Never
To see
To touch
To know
You…again
So I cling to the beats
Of a newly warmed heart
To
think of you when apart
To hold you when near
To love you always
* * * * *
Shared love
I awake between your two breasts
Only able to kiss one at a time
Physical barriers fade when we undress
Loving you is what we do best
Is sharing you my worst crime
I listen to the rain on the window
And watching you sleep I am alone
Is my jealousy a sin
As I wonder where your thoughts have been
Am I judged because my heart’s broke
Studying your curves I feel a tear
First dripping now pouring they fall
Washing the breasts I lay near
Praying I try to make her appear
The woman to whom you crawl
How do I live with your love
Another’s needs control your heart
Why isn’t my devotion enough
You’re in love with you not another
And that’s the worst part
* * * * *
Notes
Pen on paper
Words are thieves
Stealing my feelings
Silently speaking
Staccato letters
Legato emotions
These parts
Are ivory keys
If you read them
Together a song
Notes of love
Written separately
Linked by a keyboard
Within my heart
* * * * *
Breakfast in Bed
The sun rises
A glow on your face
I go downstairs
In the kitchen
Coffee brews
Toast browns
Eggs scramble
I return with
Breakfast
You sit
We kiss
A new day
Together my friend
* * * * *
Cradle and All
It’s gotten cold
Bullets finished me
They said “Nobody move”
I had an itch
Drove me mad
They wouldn’t really
Just a little itch
I tried to be quick
He must have been nervous
That must be why
Lost his nerve
Poor guy
Just wanted some money
Me a disobedient bystander
Had no choice really
Stuck to his word
How many in this life do
I would’ve let it slide
They got the money and ran
Someone called an ambulance
Covered me in blankets
But the chill’s inside
It’s for the best
Bills to pay
Four kids to feed
Selfish wife
Did me a favor really
Everything’s simpler now
Black and white
Maybe
* * * * *
Breaking rules
A boy heard
Don’t do this
Don’t do that
Dress appropriately
Talk when spoken to
Eat your veggies
Do your homework
Go to college
Get a job
Pay taxes
Conform
Marry
Have Kids
Buy a house
Grow old and die
Laughing first
Crying next
I went outside
And played in traffic
* * * * *
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