My Poems
To Donny:
Upon my walls your shadows
hold no life,
The ashyness of your silhouette show only movement, no feeling,
And in the darkness of my mind I can see you only as a dim figure flickering endlessly in my dreams.
Upon my bed your body holds no reality, the taste of your skin, the warmth of your flesh are vivid to me only as if I had dreamt,
And in your presence I feel only as near to you as yesterday's dreams.
B.S.
Untitled:
Forsake I, my
own heart, for now and a time,
So to answer the question, to figure this rhyme.
My love is divided, but it two can not bear,
They both are to me special and I they both share.
There can not be
said better is one of these two,
And between them is nary a likeness nor view.
So too, my loves differ, each one alone is adored,
But none is the greater, I wish both I could hoard.
In choosing, to choose, only one name can I call,
And the other he must leave me, his own he must haul.
So now how do I pick when there's no choice to be seen,
For to have one, not the other a love must I wean.
Where in one he be
lacking, in another he hath three,
And in turn for the other three also hath he.
I have found ne'er an outline that's ideal nor precise,
For when they both are added their totals sum thrice.
To have two such true, perfect loves in one's life,
Does only bare heartache, bring sorrow and strife.
If only I could in one a flaw find,
T'would the problem solved be, I could make up my mind.
But they both
always are there, playing well with their hands,
And I seem to be happy with my double wedding bands.
So again I'll not choose, no not just quite yet.
Cause I know in the end one or the other I'll get.
B.S.
My Doubt:
Sometimes;
After;
I say to myself,
How could I
have
doubted you.
B.S.