here's another older one, from February 06. I suppose it's pretty self explanatory. I wouldn't mind what you ladies think about it...I might be submitting more for your opinions as I go through the process of picking pieces for publication. This one would go into the lamentful book of prose. I have ideas for one about love, one about loss and lament, one about daily tortures and darker things...I thought I'd break them up and publish them by 'theme.'

Anyhoo...let me hear your honest feedback my dears. Thank you in advance and in retrospect...again.

love and peace...



A Farewell to L


somewhere out there in a frigid night
I see dark eyes peering
past the dancing tongue
of the candle's flame.

somewhere out there
in an ocean of stars
I see a lily blooming
in a coal field
tracing lines in the soot
with soiled petals.

often the times come
when visions appear before
and behind my eyes
as I turn to voices
that are no longer there.

terrible the torture can be
of the self inflicted wound,
the denial of passion,
the murder of love.

somewhere out there on a frozen plain,
blanketed in white and blue
I see you
strolling across the tundra
striped and painted
speaking of intimate moments
and exploration
of body and mind.

I can remember
the disdain,
disgust,
uncomfortable anger
in your face,
the posture of worry
and the whisper of secret wishes
for me to go away...

...so I did

and now I wonder
how a summer of love and passion,
creation and embrace
could turn so sour,
so foul
that the bond between
two tortured souls,
kindred in so many beautifully dark ways,
could be denied
and broken.

I remember the tolling of the bell,
the sweet sweat in white sheets,
the nomadic orgiastic exploits
of two wandering fools
seeking some light
in the dark.

I remember
and wonder
how you are.

I remember
and wonder
why fate placed you
before me
at a time when I was too ill equipped
to cope
with love
and temptation.

In the weakest moments
come the greatest challenges
and in fine form
it appears I've failed again.

In sullen nights to come
I beg thee to know
I will toast your name
from a glass stained by your lips
to honor your memory
and the passing of your soul
through my fallow being.

candles will never be lit
without thought of you.

and so it goes this day
as I fall into regret
and ponder the aspects
of your life
and in the doing
send a silent wish
that scars will heal
and the fates will be more kind
to us both
in future
and warmer
days.


----Feb 06