Category Archives: love, poem, poetry

GOODFELLOW

GOODFELLOW

that juice
that misguides

messing with
the truth that is youth
in its
absolute
love

slurring word sounds to
fit that
          shifty, narcotic
sex-dream picture

Oh
    I do not hear
    what I hear

do not see
what I see

my brute body far more
beast that it has ever been
your
        fairy bower so

exquisitely
kindly

your words dripping with
the wonder of your
mouth, lips
parts I might
list
    if I had
time to

Oh the love you have given me
too much for lifetime, enough
for one-night stand (more
might drown me)

that juice, my Queen,
so translated, brought
                      base to gold
great
      alchemy

beyond the perfume trick
of simple chemistry

we must have bathed in
must have flowed, rolled
over our bodies
like a river

        at which sight
Puck
puckered up

so
deeply impressed

THIS THING

THIS THING

this thing, suffering,
never
   thought about it really
when we were
together

before the fracture,
time of complete loss

yes that short time
of beauty
         I do not remember
much about it now

why, how
it could not be sustained

thinking about the drive home
immediately after our
                    marriage

no reason to think
of suffering

          suffering there lying
in wait somewhere
outside us

or, already primed, set
to destroy,
        lodged within
     

ON MY PART

ON MY PART

was going to send you
                  an audio

making love to you
with voice

reaching those spots
other voices fail to reach

but
    I held back, pressed
record

but no speech
on my part
nothing came out

think it must
     be the terrible fear
that something
spoken
        sensuously
will
  bounce back

and before I know it
there I am once more
falling for
      you again

desperate that all the pleasure
I talk, is pleasure
that in my
heart I still
hope of talking you into

lying back on my bed night
after night alone
longing, dreaming

one day
we will touch