| Often have I loved Long have I wondered Pondered ceaseless moments On the banks of the Ohio And stillness, never once in finding Amongst those placid waters Tossed his name out like a mantra For gods may linger near The equisiteness of running waters Their deitous ears may love to hear Once, he (a wise one) pointed South Across the great river's darkened body Lit by the lights of the city "See that river mouth there? ...The Licking river - Only river in America that runs North..." Stunned by his wisdom - his infinite charms His hand in mine, later that night I knew I'd found something much more rare Than any North-running river's plight -Kelly M. Kincaid � March 2001 |
| Rarity In a Moment of Clarity |
| Distinct d�ja vu An attraction which instantly acknowledges "You look great" and his voice not wavers As we walk - balmy, lucid, beautiful night We are a part of the scenery He and I... Mardi Gras in the streets Neo-liberalism in an age-old conservative town We stumble through the cobble-stoned gaiety And like magic, you've taken my hand First of firsts - you do care a bit for me it seems Smile is blown across my face like that wind Picking by cops more apt to socialize than arrest Antiquated pub with antiquated bar Black and white checkered floor Upon which we drink - daresay flirt Buzzing through the whirled chaos Pub to pub outside - sweet night air Not letting go of my hand And we danced, pressed tight His sweet, strong body so close Close enough to kiss...almost....not yet Shy and I like that Unassuming gentle man Diamond amongst the coals Soul that mirrors soul -Kelly M. Kincaid � February 2001 |
| Lucid Night |