Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Lovers
Lovers
You said it years ago "Lovers"
We are lovers like no others
Though we care for each other
Though we are friends
Though we have touched each other
There
With love no one could question
Ours is abnormal
As we like it
Not traditional not the result of mere
Desire
We are lovers for the touch we have
Touch that is weird strange and uneasy
Reinforcing a deeper probe
We fuck each other's mind
We go into each other by another
Route
We sealed our pact the night
You quietly pulled me to you
Taste of whiskey
And kissed me
Jack 8/12/12
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Where Next
Where Next
Much is finished much is yet to begin
The mountain road so lost in fog
Soaked with rain lit by lightning
Became calm in the sunlight as we
Climbed upward to a vista from which
Nothing was clear except distance
A short-lived butterfly its wings spanned
With gold and black patterns stopped
To sip nectar on its path from Far North
To Mexico and beyond how could it go
Such distance in its short life How could I
Go from this mountain trail to another
Continent crossing more oceans
Going not knowing my identity
Seeking contact with others who
Give me a fuller sense of humanity
Because ever the empath I absorb distance
Making myself dissolve in an embrace
What Reason tells me lies before
Is seldom so as on each alien shore
Letting go of expectation yields a new face
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