you came from manhattan, one night in springtime
I miss you, my sweet lily eucalyptus sandalwood seafoam boy
with your passionate embrace as the catalyst for an internal flame
creeping from toetip to forehead with the elegant grace of circus performers,
acrobats, fire-breathers, lion-tamers, who lace and weave together a tapestry
of passion and face the world with practiced smiles that signify a deeply-seated
understanding that this place does not accept them as its own.
You ignited a desire beneath my tepid demeanor and we made love like
ivy and morning glory spreading thickly among the roses while the world
slept peaceful and unaware. You were my unabashed loverboy covered in
pockmarks, both body and mind-your scars made me love you thatmuch
more and I began writing symphonies to you in my head while we slept.
You were my beginning, my big bang, my reason for coming into existence;
you were my birth and you are my death and I am struggling in-between
for a sense of purpose to this cyclical onslaught of hours that determine
this day from that and this pain from that-the old from the new, the unsure future
from the past we knew (once, so well).
You are melting in front of me, a triple scoop ice cream cone
on the hottest day of summer, sitting on the sidewalk next to your 10-speed;
You are the sticky residue of cream and sugar that becomes welded
to the webs between my fingers, and you walk away like clockwork
when my gaze wanders astray,
I can see a practiced veneer fading gradually away and beneath this façade
is a man I love to the ends of this earth, with or without your obsessively upkept,
well-versed demeanor, I am swept up in my love for you…
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I just found this poem lurking on my computer....
with your passionate embrace as the catalyst for an internal flame
creeping from toetip to forehead with the elegant grace of circus performers,
acrobats, fire-breathers, lion-tamers, who lace and weave together a tapestry
of passion and face the world with practiced smiles that signify a deeply-seated
understanding that this place does not accept them as its own.
You ignited a desire beneath my tepid demeanor and we made love like
ivy and morning glory spreading thickly among the roses while the world
slept peaceful and unaware. You were my unabashed loverboy covered in
pockmarks, both body and mind-your scars made me love you thatmuch
more and I began writing symphonies to you in my head while we slept.
You were my beginning, my big bang, my reason for coming into existence;
you were my birth and you are my death and I am struggling in-between
for a sense of purpose to this cyclical onslaught of hours that determine
this day from that and this pain from that-the old from the new, the unsure future
from the past we knew (once, so well).
You are melting in front of me, a triple scoop ice cream cone
on the hottest day of summer, sitting on the sidewalk next to your 10-speed;
You are the sticky residue of cream and sugar that becomes welded
to the webs between my fingers, and you walk away like clockwork
when my gaze wanders astray,
I can see a practiced veneer fading gradually away and beneath this façade
is a man I love to the ends of this earth, with or without your obsessively upkept,
well-versed demeanor, I am swept up in my love for you…
______________
I just found this poem lurking on my computer....