Poetry

Sorrow, so like a knife and on its edge
I am alive, like at no other time;
Suddenly as if knocked from a ledge,
Caught by it beyond all reason and rhyme.
Every thing so bright through a prism of tears,
I awake to thunder, just the sound of my heart:
Then silence becomes the sound of fear --
Even in the dark I could see this part.
No man ever loved who never took
a risk to his heart, no matter how keen;
Naked in his eyes he carries the look
A man's soul laid bare by all he's seen.
Though I know how love may bring me to pain,
Willingly would I do it all again.

4/26/2010

Van sang of romance 'neath October skies,
and surely there was that to share;
I spoke of November's coming and reunion,
and sweeter it could not have been.
But what of true winter's passions?
No poet or seer could have foretold
the fire that lit those longest nights.
The Bard made of parting: sweet sorrow,
but little ado of the moment of return.
It seems for us, an inevitable dance:
this sweet sorrow and then joyous release --
a wondrous thing to be defined by:
the promise of reunion.

1/23/2010

did I tell you how fine
you looked the other night?
Just you, dressed for friends,
casual, simple but oh so
handsome, unconciously
sensuous...
your feet bare and the
shape of your buttocks
in those tight trousers;
just a hint of chest through
the buttons of your sweater --
your eyes so green when you
looked at me.

12/5/2009

November's come and gone,
Yuletide, too;
but still our thoughts
are with you --
your smile and shy laugh
when you answer
that question...
four words left on
voice mail
listened to bolster
the heart.

1/18/2010

air and earth and water
sunset on the beach
Cancun, you said --
next year.
Sweet drinks and warm sand,
sun on the water, the skin
of your legs tan;
you on one side of me
and him on the other.
Five days, maybe more,
not just stolen moments --
five nights, maybe more,
just our family --
five nights could be eternity.

11/29/2009