It feels as if a giant weight has lifted from my shoulders. I know now I’ve been writing this love letter to you for such a long time — all my heart and life, every word I can summon, I pour — never will it be enough to account my feelings towards you.
Once there was darkness. Paradise, I fear. Then a spark happened through time. In the warmth of your light, darkness fled the scene.
My hand rubs over your skin. My torso caresses your tits. Your hip part ways.
The river runs towards the sea. The sea crashes into the ocean. Your feet encircle me. Your lips kiss the exposed part of my neck. We are Adam and Eve naked on a sea of grass — God is watching somewhere, taking notes; so, too, animals in the garden.
Feel my hardness. Nibble on my ear as I push into you.
Aahhhhhh . . . The moon, the stars, the planets — they all align in this sublime moment. Slowly we dance. We dance the tango . . . You rake my shoulders with your nails. Our teeth gnash as we kiss, grind, toss and climax against each other.
There is no denying. You are my Nehfretiti.
I am your Ramses.
This is how gods mate.
One day, and it is coming,
Just like the northern strong winds
I will become old and grey
Skin shrivelled and brain senile
Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand
And reminisce more about the past:
Did I love you enough?
Did I play with the kids often?
Did we smile and laugh a lot?
Just as we were there to bury our Dead
When we too become dead
Who will pick up the burden to bear?
So many questions
My mind grows weary with fear
This cup of tea is getting warm
Like me seated here by the fireplace alone
While outside it has started to snow.
Today I wrote a song to myself
Nobody else was invited
These walls shield my music
These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .
Today I did away with you from my mind
I can only drink your wine too much
Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings
Become revelers at my wake . . .
Today the sun did not come out to play
It was the first day all over again
I walk the wilderness alone
All I have for company is my shadow . . .
This is a song to myself
Dark and bleak, so it seems
I hear Rama crying for her lost son
How was it to know it was me all along.
I woke up and it was Monday
Another week gone, another getting started
Your side of the bed remains empty
It wasn’t long since you packed up and left, but I no longer count the days anymore.
It could be a year for all I care
Rainfall and sunshine
Moonlight and starry nights
I couldn’t say what would make you stay:
I miss you and I wish it wasn’t Monday.
I was never meant to have you
I didn’t know then, but I’m older now
Or should I say wiser?
The stars never aligned right
The fortune cookie lied;
I’ll leave these tears behind
Hopefully they will come of some use to water a plant?
Different faces in a mirror
Telling me how to feel, to say, to kiss
To live, to simply be . . .
Yet neither one is really me.
Cold fingers of trees touch the sky
Blue is the ceiling; gnarled
This spring that won’t cease to go with a sigh.