(UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
My father is hard to love.
I tire of this
Endless round
Spinning gyre
This dance
Bores me.
To
and fro
A bitter kiss
On the lips
A jab
With the knife
In parting.
Whispers
"I love you..."
A glance
You return,
Fishing
Disbelieving
Hopes fleeting
I return
those words "..."
But in a weary tone.
Choked
Mouth
Three words
You manage
As we part,
"I hope so..."
Eyes wide, and green
And searching,
But never seeing me
Alone,
I die. 08/99
ECHOES
How far, how often I travel
I travel
Fleeing from this past
That spat me
Out like old milk.
This past --- I.
Seeking, seeing
Me. Hear that?
Memories,
Familiar faces,
Moments sacred
That scent---!
It's someone else
They betray me
To you.
The heat of your skin
Upon my lips
For a moment,
I'm somewhere else
I run, I hide
Inside, there is
Another lover
Beside me
Another arm
Under me.
Then we touch
And I remember.
I love you.
08/16/99
