Thursday, September 20, 2012

I know I'm stuck...

I know I'm stuck when
you're mere touch
sends me flying
(and erases all memory)
the accidental brush
of your skin against mine enthralls me
more than one thousand kisses
so give me your hand and
we'll keep each other from drowning.

Monday, September 10, 2012

I hear the rain outside my door.

I hear the rain outside my door. I am writing.
I am listening to piano music I purchased
in South Korea (not too long ago).
I think about you but not you
(You as a metaphor for all the yous)
I think about her and only her
(not as a metaphor)
I think about love and heartbreak
(both inflicted upon and caused by me)
Am I man enough?
I pause my South Korean piano music
and listen to Teddy Pendergrass.
Am I scared to love again?
(A distant voice whispers in my ear:
Take that leap, you fool. Take that leap).