She only met him off at the Clandestine;
A fantasy she was, his every wish —
But pleasure came with pain, and hence a lesson:
That minnows will get swallowed by
The bigger fish
She only met him off at the Clandestine;
A fantasy she was, his every wish —
But pleasure came with pain, and hence a lesson:
That minnows will get swallowed by
The bigger fish
As darkness falls, so does his heart
For days of sweetness yet to come;
He reaches, in his mind, for part
Of something greater, as the crickets hum
The sun goes down, so do his thoughts,
To lives he’s never led at all.
And feeling still tied up in knots,
He sees the clouds roll up, the summer squall
The touch that he imagines there
Is such that any man might crave;
The storm, the crickets, serve to share
This knowledge:
He is lost
Within
His cave
In dreams of desperate loneliness
He thinks about her all the while;
But no technique or method can
Make him mean anything to her:
It’s not his place to ever cause that smile –
For there’s a gulf between the things
He wants to and will ever touch;
She’s beautiful, and on his mind,
But he’s a nobody to her:
There are not any straws left he can clutch –
The pattern’s there for all to see,
The lives and loves for which we thirst:
The fantasies we must indulge
If ever life we can aver,
Although we’ve fallen,
Hard and fast,
Headfirst
(Idea taken from a conversation with Vonita over at Passion through Poetry. I hope she doesn’t mind – Owen)
And so we men, we dream of being heroes
For those we love, our very cherished few;
We have romantic dreams as well as women,
But these are dreams we’ll never
Admit to
Her dress had gotten wet from sudden showers
I only had one thought, but it was strong:
I want to get that dress wet from the inside
And give her sudden rainfall all night long
I now you’re stressed
There’s been the tension of moving
Our oldest daughter getting married soon
And you keeping our sixteen month old grandson every day
I know that
There’s not much left
For you to give
But I miss the feeling of being wanted
Feeling admired and desired
So I fantasize
I fantasize about you
I never knew why you loved me so intensely
And I know I’ve never deserved it
But I still miss it
And
It’s
Like
Raging against a storm
The storm will go on, it has nothing to do with me
And I’ll shuffle around this new house
Putter around on my computer
And be up early again tomorrow
To go to work
And you and I will continue to give ourselves away
Completely
To everyone but each other
Don’t know about all men
I haven’t met them all, you see;
I’m not sure that they’re all the same
With just one fantasy
That all guys have in common. In spite
Of what some might say:
There are as many fantasies
As men alive today
Times fifty-thousand, probably,
For each one has a lot.
The dreams that they’re awash in, sometimes,
Are all that they’ve got.
The fantasies men have, therefore,
Should be handled with care:
To make our dreams come true is all
That we can hope
Or dare