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…

My Scarf

From across the ages

She has wrapped herself

Autumn to Spring

Around my neck

Keeping me warm

In the memory of her affection

And now another

She comes forth

To wrap in renewed tenderness

Prepared with hands

Caring and thoughtful

Granting me new memory

Renewed thanks

Of that never ending

Rime kissed hug

Poetry

Sounds like poetry really…

I am feeling the warmth myself

And really liking it

Silent movements

Sighs of pleasure

The tightness as we, experience

The release with you

A sudden weakness and shudder

As our energies join

From me to you to me to you

…Feels like poetry actually!

 Love is not for me...

                            ...love is for those people who are fortunate to be...

                                                                                                      ...able to be in love

Eruditriculous

I love the sorrow that is your face

You look like them my beautiful friend

All those lost and finding

The reality and the beauty within

Knowing people will soon join

Without judging

Their words and their world

Giving of themselves

New senses

New sexes

Realities of singularities

Peculiarities of sensibilities

All knowing is the understanding

Neuralmatic is typical

Syndromatic atypical

Hypersenstemic untypical

We learn of each other

And switch those toggles to meet mutual need

A meeting of these minds

These beautiful unique and wonderful minds

Sharing each other of each other

Harmonious understanding in singular utopias

Erudite we are of ourselves

Imagine we knowledgeable of each other

Would we war or would we love?

Recoup

That man, he is long gone

And I am all that is left

But you know something

I’m free now

The burdens

These issues

The salvage attempts

To raise the rusty old hulk

All have been abandoned

All that is left

Is the shell from which

Renewal will take hold.

1984 Redoubt

Smile for the camera

It sees all

The prophecy privacy humanity humility

We guess at what you may intend to do

We see-ee you!!!

Right there what is that…

That, right there, a big shiny moon?

What moron would moonshine my lens?

We all just might really

This impudent impertinent attempt at impotence

Of what?

Expression?

I may not be able to do this much longer

They are watching me, I’m certain of it.

And when they come

We will all have a great big laugh

As we sort through the album

Of these feeble attempts

To artfully dodge the reality unlawfully

But with meaning once again

…and repeat!