WEEKLY ROMANTIC POEM FOR Tuesday, 21 November 2000NEXT/PREVIOUS/06 Dececember 2010
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We were
playing
by the sea
skipping
rope in the sand
telling
secrets to seagulls
who
never had heard whisper
We
were children playing by the sea
Never
knew that I would get caught
in
the skip rope
and
you would be carried away
by
the seagulls
8-19-71
Montauk Pt. Long Island New York
3.
Where my kisses meet
my dreams
4.
Pick a dream and
stay awake in it
Patterns
on my skin
where
you held so tight
Circles
in my heart
you
are always around
In-prints
in the sand
where
we whispered
sighs
in the surf
tears
shadowing our midst
kissing
twilight
in the
mist
Like
patterns on my skin
tattoos
on my mind
sapphires
in our sweat
You
are always here
when I
dream
when I
stare
when I
remember
Kisses
floating in the breeze
I know
they are yours
by the
scent
by the
taste
by the
touch
Patterns
in our life
created
and sustained
That
we are
NOW
that we are one.
I
saw her laughing
standing
at the bus stop
I
asked her for a date
she
laughed
We
went to a rave
she
laughed
We
went to her cabin at the freeway's end
she
laughed
She
laughed
as we drank wine
as
we made love
as
she slept
when
she awoke in the morning
during
our shower
at
breakfast
and
when I left her at the bus stop
where
I first picked her up
Now
everyday I drive by
drive-by-love
she's
always at the bus stop laughing
in
the snow ~ cold ~ rain ~ hail ~ smear
Because
I take life so seriously
(I
have Saturn and Pluto [both at 13.05 Leo] conjunct my Venus, Sun and MH in Leo
in a Capricorn house)
I've
never stopped to see her again
But
I still hear her
especially
on stormy nights laughing
and
though it scares me so
someday
too I will laugh like her
She
no loner has the body at the bus stop
Her
laughter every full moon
tries
so desperately to enter me
But
as long as I refuse to laugh
I
will never become possessed by her.
September
4th 1994 Victor Harbor South Australia
We
can't go back she whispered
as
we jumped on to the last shuttle
I
remember her reaching through the haze
the
voice without a body
a
laughing shadow
She
awoke an old unfilled desire
as
I realized it was her
from
my dreams
pregnant
- from having me last night
How
could that be?
(me!
a rapped male?)
I
had woken in terror - my seed
so
forcefully pulled from me
(just
another unreported alien abduction?)
then
she yanked it from her glowing-metallic belly
said
it was my off-spring
I
leapt from the shuttle
her
laughter curdled the foreign air
as
I gasped for the remaining air
Tomorrow
I must find a way to tell this truth
the
details so quickly fade
But
to sleep again I never can
so
excuse the way I appear
I'm
eternally wide awake
I
don't care to understand
Just
say I'm a man
they
will know what to think
and
where to place me
in
experience's final resting place.
(Storiette
#4 a story of truth) 4-06-94 Victor Harbor South Australia
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