Monday, March 09, 2009

COURTing

I'd be a fool
for you
if
I could find you

I want that crazy
silly
exchange

You teaching me
revealing
your secret lexicon

You wanting
to excavate and
cur(e)ate
my ruins

Elevating us both
to our own
private
iconic status

Our own oxymoronic
intimate sequestered
exhibition

two as ONE

Who will jest with me?

My Cup

Sun up - today
I'm hopeful
today - I can
sustain this effort
this constant vigilance

Whispering to myself - your
yesterday doesn't have
to live here
in this now
and so far - today
you haven't done
anything
to wreck it

Despite the voices
that hang around
reminding me of my unworthiness

I will wrestle
for a blessing
until the twilight
hovers
and the gloaming
threatens to transition
to my glooming
and I open my mouth
crying
to be filled up
with something...

Now that I sit empty and alone
waiting
once again for the dawn

I saw a man today

I saw a man today
he looked like you
(except for the coffee)
lanky
balding
crinkled
around his eyes
maybe he had a few years on you

I felt my lack of you
lost masculinity
you
with your tentative 
boyish stance
sexy
still
and I just
wanted your body next mine
firm        strong        close            

Instructions

I want to be spoken to
during that interlude
you need to look
and admire

You didn't know
the fire that
was kindled
sizzling in my brain
from one word 
you couldn't contain

Imagine
if you took the time
to lovingly comment
on all that was mine

Do you see that curve
and bend as your
fingers slide and glide
trace that vein
springing full
pulsing wild?

Did you notice 
the bluegreen spike
just below my notch
and how it mimics
our time
reaching every peak?

I need to be spoken to
so you can affirm
that you're here with me
that you see
how sweet I can be

Sunstroke

Deep aquamarine blue
fades
imperceptibly into turquoise green
and then pops
into a patch
of my favourite green
seafoam I believe it's called
like a paint chip
(as if Benjamin or Shermin or Ralph thought of this colour combo first)

And I'm wowed by
how well God can pull it all together
rumbling white for an accent
wave over wave
it goes on and on

Outcropping of
Shells
simple in their exquisite 
disintegration
broken and still
content
becoming less
and more

Myself defeating
Self
wonders - who else?
what authors, poets?
famous and infamous
have thought those thoughts
penned those words
awe struck by creation

Doesn't matter
the new proclaimer asserts
my words
my thoughts
may be less
but infinitely more
washed upon the shore.