Tag: Intimacy

the light can change,
we see things differently.
perhaps
what was and wasn’t
meant to be.

but i know this:
you left me still a man,
and though there’s little else
i understand,

i wish you well
wherever you might be,
for light can change
those few things we
can see

it happened when it happened and
i didn’t really understand
the reasons that you needed and
you wanted such a man

as happened to be sitting there,
and thinking overmuch:
but what the eyes cannot believe
is soon proved true
to touch

the days i still recall
as much as any nights;
but men don’t think that way,
so women say

misunderstanding runs
while sympathy still limps,
and yet, it doesn’t have to be
that way

i think that i know well enough
the boundaries and lines
that we must have to shield off
who we are

yet days i still recall,
as much as any nights —
the lunches more than just
the caviar

i never was aggressive,

and so she offered first

to ease a bit of hunger,

to slake a bit of thirst

 

but bits turned into larger things,

and body turned to soul,

i only meant to touch in part,

but somehow got

the whole

a moment spent in afterglow:
a daylight held in ration —
of ocean sounds outside the door,
and seagulls’ cold dispassion.

an instant kept in wondering,
of light and darkness mixed —
a moment spent in afterglow,
transfigured and
transfixed

she bade me choose

what she would wear,

each choice was

quite

appealing

 

i will not say

which one i chose

for that is

too

revealing

she checked to see if anyone was looking,

before the choice was made to light the fire;

in days when commonsense was clearly lacking,

and nothing mattered more than pure desire

 

but in that moment, just before she turned,

he truly saw how blazing hot

she burned