Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Smitten

My friend Tee asked me recently,
“Do people still get smitten?”
I smirked, the question transporting me back to childhood days 
Well, Tee, I’m hear to tell you the answer is yes
First glance at him, and I was smitten
I wanted him so badly I’m sure I blushed upon my first gaze 
unable to hide the desire that swirled in my head 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Reflecting on Someone I Loved

He drank in the fumes
Savoring them like sips of aged, red wine
Dancing upon his tongue
Caressing his insides with delight
While truthfully burning them
With the tar of nicotine
Smearing it with its caustic black soot
He smirked at me knowing that I can't stand when he smokes
But my pleas to stop have fallen on deaf ears
And so, rather than argue,
I toss up my white flag
And end the verbal war between us
Life is too short
And good friends give each other space and freedoms
He fans the rings of smoke
In an attempt to playfully shoot
One more cannonball my way
This one ephemeral instead of verbal
As he temporarily breaks off our cease fire
We continue our walk
And I can see it in his eyes
The hatred from years of bullying at school
His beautiful charcoal hue
His scarlet "A"
Bound not to his chest but to his pores for life instead 
He curses at life
Trying to rationalize the world
And find solace in Deity
Years go by
He gives up
On God
On me
On himself and failed dreams
His comfort now
Ebbs up and down
In Bacardi bottles tipped back and forth
In the cups he drinks
Nevermind life and liver
Why think favorably upon them
When life has only and always dredged up 
Whatever settled upon Dante's ultimate sand barge in Hell
It is the bed he longs to rest in
Death, sweet death
I've heard him ask for it before
And for others
Who piss him off
From his gaze, seeing incompetent management and Semite greed
I've always found it curious
How two beings sculpted from the same Creator
Could look at each other 
With disgust that tip the scales equally
Personally never been able to condone this hateful judgment 

So much time has gone by
That I've lost count of the months
Stopped counting the missed opportunities for interaction
I lament that you chose to walk away
Chose to give away the intimacy 
We could have shared
And exchanged it for your solitude
We used to joke that you are 
An elderly cat lady contentedly preferring to be alone
Trapped instead in a young man's body
In a city that always comes ringing your doorbell
My mind still flits to moments with you
Like now
Like when I see anything regarding Japan
Or kittens
I wonder how you are
If your dreams were birthed into this reality
And what happened to you
But that's just it
I am left to wonder 
By myself
Like now
Forever wondering
About somebody that I used to know
And call a friend

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Hot, Soulful Tears

Here they come
my hot, soulful tears
pungent with pain and want
for intimacy and companionship

I roll over on your side of the bed
unable to stop my watery eyes
but You’re not there, You’ve never been here
leaving my soul feeling forgotten and empty for the umpteenth time
a number so high that I stopped counting years ago

Tonight, my hands recoil
Your soft beard not present for them to gently caress
Lips absent for me to drink in
An arm-less body making it impossible for me to be merely held
It’s your tender, unconditional, big hearted love that I’m desperate for 
not sex, but intimacy
Ears deaf unable to be gifted with 
the insightful conversations poured forth like the pleasing drinks offerings of old

The tears, they come again
waterfalls upon my freckled face
I hear my shackles of solitary confinement rattling 
the drumroll pitter patters on
like a wave ebbing with the tides back and forth but always, always the same

I ask again where you are
why my ears don’t perk up with comedic banter 
and flit with verbal delight bouncing along multitudinous topics
why my prayers go unanswered 
continually
just as these tears and this sorrow flows