• The Ganymede Fragments

    Fragments from The Boy Wonder Years

  • The Persistence of Memory (CWII)

    half awake; of you: dreaming --
    in your eyes I see that look
    call out to me without words;
    vision fades, in dreams I see you best.
  • The Persistence of Memory II (DMII)

    Do you recall the day
    your voice brought me in?
     
            I do
     
    The way you asked
         The way you stood.
    So tall, yet....
     
    Could I do it over I would;
    only one thing to change -
    the embrace wouldn't wait.
     
     
     
    for my "little brother".  Probably the last guy who's going to wear that appellation.
    Love ya, D.
  • The Persistence of Memory III

    a half remembered dream
    of a memory of a dream
    within a dream of you
  • The Promise of Reunion

    Van sang of romance 'neath October skies,
    and surely there was that to share;
    I spoke of November's coming and reunion,
    and sweeter it could not have been.
    But what of true winter's passions?
    No poet or seer could have foretold
    the fire that lit those longest nights.
    The Bard made of parting: sweet sorrow,
    but little ado of the moment of return.
    It seems for us, an inevitable dance:
    this sweet sorrow and then joyous release --
    a wondrous thing to be defined by:
    the promise of reunion.

    1/23/2010

  • Unconsciously Sensuous

    did I tell you how fine
    you looked the other night?
    Just you, dressed for friends,
    casual, simple but oh so
    handsome, unconciously
    sensuous...
    your feet bare and the
    shape of your buttocks
    in those tight trousers;
    just a hint of chest through
    the buttons of your sweater --
    your eyes so green when you
    looked at me.

    12/5/2009

  • Untitled - I Will Come For You

    I will come for you
    no matter where
    no matter when
    no matter how far.
    Though I have to rend
    the very fabric of space
    and time --
    I will come for you.
    No God
    No Angel
    No Devil
    will dare bar my way
    when I come for you.

  • Untitled Winter Solstice (1)

    Kindle a flame
    on this longest night
    not to hold back
    the dark and the cold
    but to rejoice
    in the rebirth
    of the infant sun.
    Today the King is born, again.
    Long live the King.
    Sol Invictus

  • Untitled Winter Solstice (1)

    Kindle a flame
    on this longest night
    not to hold back
    the dark and the cold
    but to rejoice
    in the rebirth
    of the infant sun.
    Today the King is born, again.
    Long live the King.
    Sol Invictus