By thought alone, I smell your aftershave.
I feel your stubble rub against my cheek.
The apparition of your eyes cause mine to look away,
Scared even those will see my nakedness.
It is too soon for me to feel this way.
It can't be real. This feeling has no depth.
Yet even now I feel your rough, warm hands
Stroke my hair and reach in to my soul.
cjp 03/10/94
Sleep haunts my eyes
And as these curtains flutter o-er my sight
An image of our bodies intertwined --
Soft and warm, simple, quiet, calm --
Makes the war to stay awake a hopeless cause.
To give in, release, capitulate and smile
Knowing the sweetness this illusion brings.
Oh blissful bed, so sadly far away,
The time moves slow until we meet again.
cjp 03/29/94
I view the sunset in eager distraction
For I know what is seen cannot remain.
The clouds are swirls of pink and blue
Caused when God ran his fingers idly through
The heaven's wispy sea.
cjp 02/03/94
Time stands still
And all the weary students shift and sigh.
Sounds drone on
Of lecturer unsure of speech or view,
Searching for a point that none can see
Not even he with tenure and degrees.
Clicking pens,
Annoying and deceiving in their noise
Of out and in, for these attempts at play
Heavy seconds too weakly push away.
Ticking clock,
Mocking for it moves so surely on; yet,
Time stands still.
cjp 10/27/93
