THIS HOLY LAND
(November 1998)
(For Connie)

 

I fear for
Friendship

The need is so great
Waiting feels so long

Fear pushes us
Emptiness sucks us
Longing moves us

There can be no blame for
The mistakes of longing

The consequences hurt
Just the same

You smile and
Any fool can see
Anything is possible

You smile at me
Suddenly I believe
My most deep most black most infected
Wounds will heal

You reach out
Touching the hair
At the back of my
Neck

Suddenly I believe
My body is ideal
My youth restored
Love is forevermore

None of my
Hot house musings
Are friendly to friendship

I fear for
Friendship

Fortunately

Your smile is more than
Smiling
My eyes are more than
Seeing
Your ears are more than
Hearing
We touch deeper than the
Skin
Our yearning is for more than
Fullness

You and I
Friends first

Find each other
Of value more
Than physical

More than
Time

More than
touch

More than
Yearning

We do not complete each other
We do not judge each other

We cherish the
Shared life

Loyalty is no obligation or expectation
Sex is no race
Sensuality no parlor game

We cherish the
Shared life

Kindness first
Tenderness
The steel of honesty
Shared
Time

All other dreams
Follow

You leave for the Holy Land
You will return to this Holy Land

In these feelings
We abide
Where
Friendship is

All other dreams
Follow

POET'S MOUTH

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