Daddy

                           I close my eyes.          Pretend to sleep.
                           It does no good.
                         Into my room he creeps.      I hear his footsteps.
                               I smell his stink.
                           I'm so afraid.         Too scared to think.
                               I know I should tell some one.
                          But I don't dare.     I want to tell someone!
                              But who would care?
                              I cringe in fear.        I feel his sigh.
                               He is so near!
                             He strokes my thigh.       I am so tired.
                                 I need some rest
                                      But how to sleep,      With him touching my breast?

                I'm all grown up now.
                                   I've learned to hate.
                                                    But I'm still a child,
                                                                         I'm only eight!
                                                                                     - 1960-


 

CYBERLOVE

                            In the dark and lonely ether, when our two souls did meet.
                         Never did I realize, your touch would be so sweet.
                        A need unknown was found and filled.
                        A gentle touch, feather soft upon my mind
                      My soul blindly did seek and find.
                          Like an instrument played by the master,
                        My passion rises and my heart beats faster.
                     My body responds of its own accord.
                    Knowing there can be no release, it writhes in pain,
                      And agonizingly seeks your touch once again.

                                                                              11/95
 
 

LONELINESS

                         My soul knows no reason...for what it seeks
                              Reaching out blindly...it encounters a wall
                           It craves a touch.....and its efforts are not small
                               Reaching out blindly.....it encounters a wall
                          Believing it has the key...it still cringes at the pain
                          Hoping to staunch the blood...it tourniquets the vein
                                 And with ignorant hope....tries once more to scale the peaks.

                                                                                                    3/96

PASSAGES

                   Words said and feelings felt
                   With the sweetest meanings
                     Are sent forth as whispers of love.
                   Meant to heal, their flight is true
                      But their landing comes with force unknown
                       And the whispers become arrows, pointed and cruel.
                       Love turns to hate, and passion to pain
                        The venom of anger and fear flows free.
                        Another beginning brought to an end.
                       When the river has ceased to run
                      And the long path is finally walked
                       The end is finished, yet begins again..

                                                                              4/97
 
 

The Mark

                              I stand here wondering how this happened.
                               The excitement of the raging storm has ended,
                              leaving me confused and disoriented.
                         I knew when i picked up the dice
                        that this game was loaded.
                         I thought i could win it though
                         I believed i was smart enough to play it wise.
                         I guarded my heart, i wrapped it in steel.
                        I knew i was ready, i could handle your fire.
                         Then you spoke, your silvery tongue
                          pierced my armor, making it melt.
                         the steel vanished in the heat of your words,
                           my heart was left bare, i lost my reserve.
                             Head-long into the game, I bet my heart on your play.
                              You dangled the prize just out of my reach.
                           Like a kitten with twine, i danced to your beat,
                            grabbed the brass ring, thinking i'd won,
                              the music stopped, the ride at an end,
                            I was left sitting, empty-handed, alone again.
                             I lost the game, your mark was made.
                             You walked away, winner of all, taking the crown.

                                                                                              7/98


 

Touching Tomorrow

                           I run my fingertips down the inside of your arm
                           marveling at the fresh firmness there.
                          Almost like a peach, just picked from the tree,
                        your youth is tangible; skin soft and achingly tender.
                         I memorize your skin's feel,
                       knowing that in touching you
                    I touch eternity.
 

                       The taste of your mouth lingers
                        on my lips for hours after we kiss.
                      The tenative seeking of your tongue against mine,
                    the tickle of the fur on your chin as you brush my mouth.
                        I memorize your mouth,
                        knowing that in tasting you
                      I taste eternity.
 

                            Your hands run softly up my thigh
                       electric fire rippling across my body like a summer storm.
                        I ache for the release the touch of your hand promises,
                              like the promise of rain from thunderheads
                             built on the heat of the day.
                                I memorize the trace of heat your hand leaves,
                          knowing that in finding you
                              I found eternity.
                                                                                             7/98
 
 

Dreams of Now

                          Caressing silk of lotion, stroked on age-worn skin.
                          Can these rumpled tissue-paper lines
                        acquire the semblance of youth
                         just one more night?
                               Harsh reflection in the mirror, counting the years
                             wrinkle by wrinkle, grey hair by grey hair.
                               Will this palate of color, this magician’s rainbow,
                      replace what time has stolen?
                         How unfair that now at the end of summer
                        I should find a taste for spring’s bounties.
                         How cruel that now in the bitter time
                          your sweet succulence is offered to my lips.
                           How does a fire burn so hotly in coals grown cold?
                                    Will the roadmaps of where I have been,
                             still stir your loins to fire?
                             From eyes grown jaded and tired, yesterday shines forth
                            Tell me, love, can you see through the past,
                             to only touch the present?
                             Lose yourself in me, let my body be your shrine
                             Touch my soul, let me show you what I once was
                                   Stop time for one golden moment,
                                 let me teach you what I still am
                                  Come lay with me in dreams of now.

                                                                                                    7/98
 
 


 

GRAY

                   GOING:
                             The boxes have been piling up in the hallway for weeks.
                    But your going was still not real.
                           The bedroom has gotten more and more empty lately.
                   But your going was still not real.
                      The van has been loaded for hours now.
                But your going is still not real.

                    GOING:
                           I stand in the drive, hug you close, wave you off, tell you I love you.
                  But your going is still not real.
                        The van backs out, brake lights come on, you wave from the window.
                   But your going is still not real.
                          Forward now, I stand behind, watching it drive off, take you away.
                   But your going is still not real.

                   GONE!
                      Oh god. This is really happening.
                      When did your going become real?
                           I stand in the drive, my heart pounding, I can't hear, can't see.
                      When did your going become real?
                        Waves of agony wash across me, hot fire fills my chest,
                       raging pain caresses my body.
                      When did your going become real?

                    GONE.....
                    The room is empty, the laundry done, the floors all swept.
            Your going became real.
                     I stand in the hall, empty, numb, I won't feel this hurt.
             Your going became real.
              "They" all tell me to rejoice, but how can "they" know
              the pain I feel because
              Your going became real.
                                                                         7/98
 
 
 

Cabled Contacts

                          Last night i reached for you
                          fingers blindly seeking
                          a touch, caresses of my nerve endings
                          tell me you are near.
                           whispers in the darkness
                           my nipples taut with desire
                        you stroke my needs
                        flesh meeting flesh
                        fingertip to fingertip
                         electrically, electronically
                         technically, technologically.
                          voice playing within my mind
                         words without sound
                          you speak of ties that bind
                       and chains of love.
                       blindfolded with passion
                     i rise, oh how i rise!
                     secrets not told
                     places untouched.
                     you ferret them out
                     preciously, precariously
                    twistingly, twistedly.
                    Can you feel as i feel you?
                 are you there?
                   paths of fire trace my skin
                   thighs tense, wet and aching
                a dance of danger
                flits across air
                ecstasy of pain
               felt yet not,
                 whipping me to new heights
              meaninglessly mental
              virtually virtual.
                fingertips tremble and flit
                safety just a stroke away
               sentence unpronounced
             writhes in the air.
              a stroke, just one more
              escape just a stretch of sinew.
              muscles screaming for release
                    i reach, i reach for you
                beyond my touch
                and sit, panting.
               blackly, blankly
               eternally ether.
              and the screen goes dark.
                                                                 10/98
 


 

MoonBound

                    like the sea upon the cliffs,
                      my emotions ebb and flow with the tide of you.
                  rushing in, wild and passionate,
                when i am in your arms.
                flowing out, destitute and diminished,
               when i am without you.

             what moon sickness drives these desires?
              is it your magnetic power
              that charges my being and inexorably
           pulls at my soul?

               like the harvest moon rising,
              your voice breaks over me
           filling me with awe.
                a possibility of madness fills my body
             as your penetrating light
             illuminates my darkness.

            i dance, naked and joyous,
          beneath your touch.
            demon lover, moon mad wolf.
               come take me and fill me with your magic.
           let me worship at your feet,
           bride of your darkness,
         slave to your desires.

          own me as the moon owns the night.
            enslave me as the moon enslaves the dark.
          claim me as the moon claims the sky,
           chain me within the shadows of your light.

            i am fey, filled with your dark madness,
            swept away by the moon tides of your desire.

          i am fey, dancing naked beneath you,
          bound by you all ways and always.
                                                                6/00
 
 

              Moods, Emotions and Feelings

                              Anger so red, burning so bright, shaking and shivering as it
                    takes over my sight.
                               Breaking in slivers, shattered and broken, soul wracking pain flowing out in waves of white hot tears
                                Crying with joy, crying with sorrow, crying away all the years of wrong
                               Dumbed down and numbed down, what do I feel when I feel it and is it ok?
                                 Ecstasy encompassing all lucid thought, lost in the body's sweet surrender to touch.
                              Fear filling my mind, my heart and my spirit, frozen and lost, afraid to go on.
                               Gratitude for what should be a given, indebted and owing feels dirty and ugly.
                                Hatred hairy ameba, blackened and twisted cancerous growth.
                                Innocence lost and never refound, ripped away and tossed aside, no matter the cost.
                               Jealousy gnawing inside me, not good enough, not now, not ever no how.
                               Kindness from the most unexpected sources, reducing me to tears at what I should have had.
                              Love unbounded, offered unasked and without cost or payment due.
                              Melancholy baby, your daddy's gone away, he never loved you like he should have.
                               Nervousness, overwhelming agony filling me with dread when I think they see what is hidden within.
                             Open those doors, let the healing begin, exhaustion floods me at the length of the journey ahead.
                             Pitiful little one, so left all alone, no body loved you till I came along.
                               Questioning my reason, my sanity and worth, I close my eyes
               and believe that I am what they say.
                                Rational, rational, rational. no emotion attached, don't feel    those feelings, think them all away.
                                Serious and sensitive, at times too intense, control is necessary to stop the hurt.
                                Terrified of things that are unknown, but more often the known is worse because it is real.
                           Ungainly and klutzy and lacking in grace, I try to keep step, always missing the pace.
                              Violent aggression to hide what he did, the walls are a facade that hides a weakness inside.
       Wistful and wondering why it happened to me.
                           X'd out and forgotten, I am through being invisible and unimportant.
                         Youthful and exuberant, striding forward through the fog of
                                       fear to reach for the sunshine that I know shines near.
                               Zealous in my pursuit of what will make me whole, determined to be there before I grow old.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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