a muse of sorts
momemtary interruption
of life...
of needing
wanting
dying
needing
living
in
the passing of clouds...
thoughtspoems
clouds
dreams
new light
sometimes - dying...
sometimes
waiting
always dreaming
sometimes existing
and passed
between the lost silver shadows
cries that no one heard
of the knowing light
and winter
obscure
frozen
solid
asking solace
to visit
to stay
to know
what
i can not
be eloquent about
sudden whispers
arrive and fade
loud yet pure
like the haunting...
that is my friend
calling up
an unkind
forgotten
sigh
a kiss
under a sky
that made me ache
paterns
along the shore
waves of grass
mist and haze
cool, cool gentle
and music comming out of everything
a forgotten dream
a knowing afternoon
and
throwing "why" into the abyss
pondering
the sky
the day
the night
the bed
the coolness of sheets
the warmth of his touch
a heat put into me
seeking
another
unspoken
traveler
in light
in stars
and
unto the
heavens
I was touched again
august 2008
tucker
dear Tucker.. ...for tucker
so many things...
about Tucker...
********
I sense (blue) soaked walls here...
my body wracked and laiden
with so many fine, fine,
mists.....
but none so fine as the one tucker left here...
I dream of a time
when he could understand all of me...
and I to him...
would he
give permission - and if so ordained...
****
I'd worship him...as he needed...
allow him to become
everything he is...
and release all the fear...
unto him...
a saint
a sinner
a halo of sex and depth...
Tucker...
now and then
mists...
of
tucker...
I dream
the questions you pose to me...
thoughts...
on and off
of you...
july 20th 2008
Although the line of my suitors is worthy...
as they line up
head to head
toe to toe...
to garner my affections...
I confess...
you enter my thoughts frenquently...
tucker...
the sum genesis...
of abstract pieces...
delightful hallucinations...
visions...
wandering
in the deep
desert of your aches..
your blues
the light of your eyes...
still
you linger...
and yet even as a strike the pen to paper...
just moments ago...
another man...
a fine streamlined genius...
has left my bed...
just seconds ago
and you waft
everstill
around...
somehow
in the air...
yes,
around but not quite
inside...
even he, as he did...for a brief pause
take away the memory of you...
he could not erase it...
and yes -
perhaps I was hoping that he could dissipate and melt parts of you...
melt the ache i have in a dark place...
about you...
for you...
only
for you...
his "taste" was boyish
charming,
full of light and dark and all the things
an older man would delight in...
that he gave up everything
in a manner...
to my phallus and funk and body and eyes...
holding not
and giving all
and thanking the gods that delivered him unto me...
No...
even all of that could not
erase you...
you were there...
still
present in the background of my thinking...
and body
and
yes, longing...
*******
when you are here...
the entire world
is filled with a perfect,
pale familair...
blue-pink-genius
flowing light...
the sublte intensity
and
power and intention
of your eyes and body
the playful quality
of your spirit
your wickedness...
your cruelty...
the aura of sublime presence...
is not something
I could erase...
nor want to...
however much I would like to grasp my freedom from you...
I confess
I can not...
and yet you hold me still...
arms away...
ache
ache
and yet
another ache for you...
the chemical mix of myself to you
for you
combined into you...
when weve relaxed unto our purpose
valued, prized
and coveted...
yes...
so deeply coveted...
as if
indeed
you are the prize of my heart...
and I'am unabashedly
careless to allow you to know this
and still
I do not care...
the "spell"
you cast is powerful...
but know that mine is permanant...
unforgiving...
and forever...
dare I dare...
to unleash..it
upon you
just yet...
and so supremly want to
but I will not
I believe my intention here...is to simply tell you what is possible...
yes
all things are possible...
because of you...
finding you...
touching you...
wanting to know you...
yes
Tucker...
this is my invitation
to want
to know you...
nothing more...
right now...
to hint at what I want for you and the world and myself...
in peace...
with you...
a hint...
a clue...
to a soul on fire...
passion in my bossom...
warmth from my eyes...
that is only for the one I call...
tucker...
yes
tucker...
yes
Tucker...
july 2008
