December 26, 2011

Laundry Encounter


I’ve seen you she said
An attempt at civility while crammed into the washer closet
And I you
My simple and civil reply
They really do not make these rooms for two
Do they she says
It really depends on which two, to, or too you refer
Numerically it is tight
To do, say laundry, then it is appropriate
Too also, say do laundry, then that too is also appropriate
Funny man
Does my laundry embarrass you?
No, of course not
I have in fact handled your garments before
While making room to do my own
Allow me to make an observation though
Your frilly under things
Really you should hang those to dry
Running them through the dryer will render them frayed
It is no matter she says
The only people to see them are me
Sadly
Well, and you, my laundry mate
You are the only man to touch my frilly things
As you call them
A funny term sir
A term to intimate the intimate
In a way to also (as in too) quell any embarrassments
I or you, as in we two, may suffer
Sir I will trust you to handle my frilly things
With the utmost decorum as a gentleman, no cur
Your trust is well founded
And now my work is done,
Good day madam
Good day sir





December 25, 2011

Suppressive


Can we just feel
What used to be there
And fall into it
Again and again
Feeling over
What remains to be there
Craves to be heard
We pushed to our core
Two minds all sensible
Placing that which is logical
Above all feeling
A shame really

December 24, 2011

O & Xmas




I 
love you
Simple as that
No obligation, no fanfare
Today, above all, it is you I think of
Living so full of gifts, celebrating our lives
Intertwined and so far, apart the sadness grows fonder
Yet my heart is here grateful for you
My love for 
My loves


December 23, 2011

Scent You Us


Oh my,
Oh my, oh my, oh my
It certainly feels right and real
His arm gently across her
Possessive and close
Only them
Swaying to the art
Back then forth
The children occupied
A couple momentary
Alone together
Nuzzling in her hair
Sensing their scent
Their mind turning to…
Oh my,
Oh my, oh my, oh my
The body interested
It sends forth the signs
Only they can perceive
Two too interested
In and out of the moment
They mingle of themselves
In memory, their memory
Come together in scent
Remembered together
Our sense.

December 22, 2011

Downhill

Wheeee!
Here we are
Five bums on a big comfy couch
Of a slide
The long undulating slope before us
Filled with excitement
Filled with opportunity
Trees, no problem.
We can navigate around them
Shrubs, we will doze over
And we’re off
Overweight
Over-imbibed
Ready for bear
Hard right around the spruce grove
Picking up speed
Collapsing through the banks
Sprays of frozen flakes pour over
And over
Filling faces peals of laughter
Through the shrubs
Propelled pioneers
Forging new paths
First one path, then two
And finally a third
The last exacting its revenge
Slicing a gash through the cushion
Our big comfy couch of a slide
Deflating as we pick up speed
Now a carpet of five joined souls
Over a snow hump
Airborne to the edge of the ditch
Through, landed, and dumped
Unceremoniously upon the road
We scramble apart
As the country pick-up
Rolls over
Deflating the last of our steed
Laughing, crying, big children
Stuck in a ditch
Warmth in friendship
Love in our fellows

December 21, 2011

dintensions


He is a cranky old bugger
This time of the year
Especially as he finds his way
His own self-seeking fashion
Contrary to so many
Complimentary to his manner
A necessity of means
Will yield the best mode
Time the crucial median
To find the center ground
“Do the work and show it”
So says his teacher
“An answer is not an answer
Until the work is done
There are no short cuts
Dear life pupil
You are as yet a novice
Responders will hurt
Supporters will respond           
And hence the journey reached
We all will celebrate”
Sorry, but I must study
Cause I really must excel
The future of this very world
Depends on me to do extremely well
So leave it be
To leave me be
To be the best of me
I will arrive you know
Exactly precisely intentionally
As God intends me to be

 


December 17, 2011

A Defining Moment of Relations


An expression of, of,
of what exactly?
Will there be respect?
Of course.
Will there be love?
Unconventionally.
Will we eat together?
I can manage that.
Often?
As often as insanity will delight.
What of our friends?
They are precisely that.
Will people think less of us?
Only the conventional.
The others will find
This grand experiment fascinating.
Will my needs be met?
Only you can answer that.
Why all this space?
Necessity of sanity I fear.
For both sides my dear.
Decisions of choice are yours.
I remain as always.
Faithfully your friend,
Lovingly your lover,
Singularly on my own.
Remote, distant,
And altogether.
Yours truly…