White Weekend

I miss you, damn it!
Why'd you have to take
The weekend flight.
Come back soon, babe.
I'll only have white walls
And noises for company.
And your day-old white shirt
Hinting of your smell and faint cologne.

Gay Geek

At the Crossroads

You took flight quietly.
Under the glassy veils,
I was still seeing sandy grits tucked

Between two clasped hands: uneven,
Yet seeking. Not a word or careful phrasings,
Just a crease beside my space.

An open sea quietly filled
With solitary windsong.
Sparrows, meeting only briefly, leaving at crossroads.

Post Valentine Glow

Here's to you peeps.

Happy post-Valentine's Day to all those who are in love, out of love, waiting for love, looking for love, down with love, done with love, and full of love!

Superstock

Touch
by Thom Gunn

You are already
asleep. I lower
myself in next to
you, my skin slightly
numb with the restraint
of habits, the patina of
self, the black frost
of outsideness, so that even
unclothed it is
a resilient chilly
hardness, a superficially
malleable, dead
rubbery texture.

You are a mound
of bedclothes, where the cat
in sleep braces
its paws against your
calf through the blankets,
and kneads each paw in turn.

Meanwhile and slowly
I feel a is it
my own warmth surfacing or
the ferment of your whole
body that in darkness beneath
the cover is stealing
bit by bit to break
down that chill.

You turn and
hold me tightly, do
you know who
I am or am I
your mother or
the nearest human being to
hold on to in a
dreamed pogrom.

What I, now loosened,
sink into is an old
big place, it is
there already, for
you are already
there, and the cat
got there before you, yet
it is hard to locate.
What is more, the place is
not found but seeps
from our touch in
continuous creation, dark
enclosing cocoon round
ourselves alone, dark
wide realm where we
walk with everyone.

from The Wild Reed

Poem from Closet Professor

Horoscope Ink

The sun,
the moon,
and the star
have all converged.

They tell
of a myth long etched
in the veins on his left arm.

They tell
of a glance
that carried more than a fascination.

They tell
of a deeper reality
born out of the gift of an empty heart.

from Tattoo

Of Roller Coasters & Carousels

Remind me again
about the sensation of rising, .......
climbing, .......
waiting, .......
fearing, .......
and being at the peak.

Then, pausing.

Then 
falling

sudden 

fast 

unthinking 

just 
feeling

gravity 
tickling 
the 
steel 
rails 
sharp
gut 
itching
with
drifting 
need
a 
scream
spine 
aching 
for 
the 
thrust.


Gasping.


Yes, roller coasters give one a kick of life.
But carousels aren't half as bad either.
They rightly come after,
like a slower, easy landing after a climax,

off the peak, safe and cuddled

by the warm horse saddle.

Visions & Phantoms

Links from Dice

V is for a vision of you
Standing away from the rain
Cold
Willing yourself to ebb with the water
Unable
Then walking towards the dark puddles
Vanishing
Seeping into the folds of that shivering curtain




 V is for a vision of a phantom
Unmoved by time and reason
Solitary
Hesitating as the skies weep
Leaving
As I turn to the unexplored lands
Dreaming
Bleeding into August myths


PS: Here's to November rains and songs so titled.

14.

I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
---Diving into the Wreck, Adrienne Rich

from neuarmy

9. If you only knew….

flickeflu

 I love this video. After watching it, it had me thinking and, by necessity, writing lines again.

3. Smile

(To the boy who craved for chocolate, but got an afternoon delight ;-)

I see him watching the pudding on my plate.

I approach.

I ask if he wanted to share.

He smiles and nods a little shyness into the air. 


He gestures to the seat.

I sit, at ease.

I hook a swirl of icing with my index. 


Then dip my tongue on the morsel. 


I offer the same wet morsel.

He smiles a different smile.