I was not taken aback
Upon first viewing
I saw flaws still do.
But the words the kiss,
The warmth that drew me
Like moth to flame blushed through a
Tender heart of passion’s fire
And I was taken aback by you.

Goodbye Hug

It was just the one
Shot of hot rot-gut sake
But that
Wasn’t my smiling cause.
I had been smiling all night
Laughing loud and flushing deep
For life itself was forming roughly.
And that night
The goodbyes were sweet,
For hugs I was in need.
Girls and boys just being
They lasted real, not fleeting,
But the genuine of our meetings.
And the one picked me up and swung
Me high
I wrapped legs around him
Arms spread wide and leaning out
Giggling like some girl.
And between us?
Nothing but smiles
And laughter and the
Joy of being happy in a moment
Of the goodbye, see ya later
Hug me baby style.

I
I know not what the morrow brings
And yes that in itself sublimely sings.
I only know the knowing of you
Brings me smiles and tears like dew.
I am happy in the here and now
Dreaming of castles, clouds and thou.

The future is mine and thine to form
We may part, we may start anew
In friendship now though how
Wondrous is my like of you.

II
I sing the soul that creeps
Lastly forth into the deep
Mire cool and soothing sweet
Against hot flesh of fire lite.

Flesh
Crush
Lust
Of sky blue eyes
Deeply unto thou so smooth
Lies the blessing of the groove
The funk, the coolest spunk
Of me saying
Let’s go let’s go
Baby
Let’s rock and roll I am
Craving
Salivating
In the mood for mating.

Take me
To the beach with you.
Find out
More of me and see if
You can
Get over me then. See if
I can
Move on from you.
If friendship
Is the best we two can do.

Sweetness
Of flesh thine in no one and no where.
Sweetness I miss you.

Even at work
I cry openly tears streaming down flush cheeks.
Pris looked at me once and in awe whispered
“you’re so beautiful when you cry”
I wanted to tell her..it’s the years, the hours
The minutes.
Of a hard life
Of a hard soul trying to soften sweetly.

The absence of touch is killing me
Sweetly as matters of the past
Come to be resolved.

I want to walk in the sun of your smile
And tender touch.
I want to exist in warm whispers simply
And set aside thoughts this much.

Stress invades my happy nature,
So vorpal blade in hand....

Jabberwocky

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.