first/last dates

It is
as much
the connection
and care
for her
as anything;
the calls
the messages
the desire.

She may lose
her lovers
to the years
but in hope
they were found
and ever
does she dream
of love.

It is
too many first/
last dates that
kill her spirit;
the cursory or
feigned connections
that stretch her thin
wear her down
whore her around.

Stan, eternal at thirty-two

We of a generation
have lost track of days

The joy in our hearts
tells you we are
ten years younger;
our passion, fifteen
years younger
than the years
would mislead you.

But look close
and you may see
little lines along the wrist
across the heel
about the eyes
a bit of weight and
a soul too heavy
with life's sorrow,
children born
children lost.

I can only say,
though we have lived
we have learned
and choose
to own the years
that they may not own us.

Ra, his way to Honoria's bed is found

Ra, his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.

And Honoria
lay
legs akimbo along his length
exhausted
as the morning slinks
between closed curtains;

no sleep or little
too many hands at work
brushing soft
against her glory wet
as she herself
tugs and moans
and the hours grey.

Oh these two that touch
desire deep
laugh and smile,
one would think…

yet Love,
sparks not profound.

Still,
amidst their search, Ra
his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.