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He blushed today.
It was fucking beautiful.
Something about me responds
to something about him.
I wonder if it is all in the eyes.
His are blue, always blue.
Sometimes they are sea blue,
or storm blue, or ice-chipped,
or like the wide expanse of the sky.
I hunger to just look into them.
I don't want to get lost, or stare
forever into his gaze.
I just want to freely examine them
when I see them, always changing,
always so beautiful.
He is a constant amongst
my capricious tendencies.
Ever since I first saw him,
I have been unable to forget his charm.
He appeals to me in the purest way
that anyone ever has.
Caught still between boy
and man, he draws from me
an artistic passion, as if
he was a muse or angel.
I half believe him descended
from Fair folk, so much
does the light stream from him.
It is no force of charisma, or will,
and mine is no reverence of lust,
that covers him like a halo.
It was fucking beautiful.
Something about me responds
to something about him.
I wonder if it is all in the eyes.
His are blue, always blue.
Sometimes they are sea blue,
or storm blue, or ice-chipped,
or like the wide expanse of the sky.
I hunger to just look into them.
I don't want to get lost, or stare
forever into his gaze.
I just want to freely examine them
when I see them, always changing,
always so beautiful.
He is a constant amongst
my capricious tendencies.
Ever since I first saw him,
I have been unable to forget his charm.
He appeals to me in the purest way
that anyone ever has.
Caught still between boy
and man, he draws from me
an artistic passion, as if
he was a muse or angel.
I half believe him descended
from Fair folk, so much
does the light stream from him.
It is no force of charisma, or will,
and mine is no reverence of lust,
that covers him like a halo.
Literature
Winter Heat, Summer Sleet
It's the middle of winter
And January's burning through,
Blurring into
February skies churning, becoming the color in my eyes
March is coming fast
And I know that its harsh winds cannot last
Yet I wonder if I'll still sing
When all becomes still at the end of spring
And heat sets in
Then will I long for this winter wind
To return to the land once again?
Literature
Warm Summer Daze
50 years pass by
So quickly.
But I remember you
13,
and stretching teenage wings
A warm summer breeze
Pushes through the window
Of my old green Mustang.
A smoky haze
From the joint
Burning hot
Between my lips
Swirls pass your
Bobbing head
The music loud
And hypnotic
Adds to the moments craze.
Giggling girls
Trying to look cool
Sisters, companions,
Friends
Each striving for independence
Growing pains
Pushing us
Through the summers daze
The blacktop clicking by
Under the wheels
Days, months, years
So many gone now
Our lives challenged
And engaged us .
Our paths separated.
Yours seemingly
A more stable,
Respecta
Literature
Winter
onderwater groeien bomen ondersteboven
de winter is een spin
die tussen takken haar witte web weeft
waarin het zonlicht blijft steken
de kou ruikt als poedersuiker
op smoutenbollen
de kou klinkt als de belletjes aan de halsband van de kat
aan de koelkast hangen
onder de verlopen waardebonnen
en het tijdsschema van lijn 86
foto’s van dode kinderen
bevestigd met een magneet in de vorm van een ananas
mijn man houdt van ananastaart
ik niet
ananas smaakt naar angst en mislukking
ik houd van bakken
ik klop het deeg met de hand
het geluid van de kerkklokken
wordt gedempt door het web van rijp
dof zoemend gebrom en heldere tonen wisselen
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Every poem for him should have an idea of beauty beginning with M, inadequate though it is.
It is not love, or lust, or a biological response. Gender has nothing to do with it. Perhaps it is an untainted pansexual response?
I am enamoured with my pupil n.n Wicked of me.
He is gravity, assuredly.
It is not love, or lust, or a biological response. Gender has nothing to do with it. Perhaps it is an untainted pansexual response?
I am enamoured with my pupil n.n Wicked of me.
He is gravity, assuredly.
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I felt blossoming in my heart.
I like it.
I like it.