Last Chances Are Seldom That LAST CHANCES ARE SELDOM THAT Betimes, I weary of this life, even my own name. Far horizons sing more clearly every day Tho I long for them no more. The trick of the light Turned to a trickling After rising oceans Stole the land I stood upon. This place is only an awakening I play at touch while longing for a full contact event. I flirt when I long to fall & be fallen upon. I bring forth this love like a treasure found in the junkdrawer. So long pushed aside looking for a real thing. There is only potential to be made of Skin & tactile surface These imply anticipation, a discovery of imagination… All I need would be/could be given into Love I am willing now, to release & relearn To go public with private passions… Bring me to the Gate, O Love, I weigh the latch in hand & lift it free. ∉ I could care less of being found beautiful I am as you imagined me Finally, in the state of knowing it so. The thoughts of others so long imagined No longer slow me down Or turn me away. They travel over me as water over stone Giving off rainbows. A quicksilver moment The prophecies predicted you But left out so much – You’re married You’re committed You’re entangled You’re a stranger, really. These are not up to my undoing. We are close by circumstance only Who started it anyway? So unlike me, yet it must have been. I am an ever-opening heart. I am the last to love, an unmarked trail Full of my own footprints, Far too familiar from following alone. ∉ The light has changed. I’m in another era From that last bumbling home. There’s a mystery as to what could be discovered, The farthest indelible vista Of the lover I see reflecting in your eyes. I feel an impish sense of grace A dance of infinite energy Love animates my bones, adds a sparkle here & there Smooths my skin, manifesting like silvering rain, I will find you; I will sing you onto the waters where I walk Upon your thoughts I am always ahead of you…waiting ∉ The trips & triggers of clandestine love Surround me, a deepening mystery Of which I shall not speak. A white flash of light in closed eyes Turns my sleeping head to you I walk with my heart in both hands This simple single offering to you. ∉ Come to me Remove the layers of obligation Like overheating wool Your heart is stiff with scars I will make whole. Offer me but a passing glance A ticklish whimsy My heart will do the rest Take me at my words, this austere truth Gone lush with longing Only this: to feel you skin to skin Like air in secret places Cooling fevers of unknown origins. It’s not that I’ve kept myself For anyone, I’ve just kept myself Because I didn’t know you were here to share this with. Your hands stay at your sides When I will them “touch me.” Your body stays separate When I will it to melt into mine. ∉ Let’s redefine all boundaries Bridge all separations Because we’re made from love for love… I can’t be shy about us any more I love your smile; I beg your touch I wait your arms returning around me. I look at you And there isn’t a “no” to be heard. ∉ Last Chances & Random Rhymes The lights are all off Moonlight through the window, Strange Venetian stripes Make you exotic. Words will not say this Like your hands on my skin Chilled & heating both Speaking cell to cell A communication nonpareil. I need a man with long arms Willing eyes – see past this skin To the heart ablaze within. Take me now, I’ll last forever The end of time never so near As when we kiss & match our bodies, These beginnings opening fissures. No word so pure as touch Escapes this pen Time has melted from the clock Held tight to you again. ∉ I promised to clean house But I am writing poems About backing into love Since we cannot meet face to face. There has to be a way Around or through I refuse to take this underground When all I can see is your sky to fly into. ∈ The Most Dangerous Words Are those unsaid They hide like thorns in greenleaves They are unkind, unkempt, Blackened by Truth. I brawl & bawl & break open As they pierce me. Something is bleeding here. All I ask for is a heaven To rest in. A sigh to rest upon. A love to press into To wrap myself around All I have is reaching fingers When we have to draw apart. My eyes would fill with you And not these tears But love is a Never-ending ending. ∉ There is an alarm going off in my heart Like that insistent reminder charm Messages await. But this is written in blood & fire I die to hit the “send” key – Releasing our love to the world. I have made up a story I am pretending your regard I’m playing at becoming your fantasy. Even at my fabulous age – Desirable, warm, funny, talented… The crest of love forgotten: The Love of A Life again… “Ping!” Oh, there it is again It’s such a short message I want to say To just one of the eight billion of us here, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “Last Chances Are Seldom That” Add yours Fantastic… great … love them all. LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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