Moments

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There are moments.

Gently,  I think of you and smile.

Let us rest in one another’s arms

Not hurry from the warmth.

 Wrap our memories together

Live them each again

Rediscover what we have found

Be grateful for love.

Simply.

Secrets

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Alone by the tree.

I miss you.

Wind…

Gentle…

Warm like your hand

Touching my cheek.

Leaves touch

Whispering secrets.

 

Closing my eyes,

I see you.

Wind…

Gentle…

Warm like my hand

Touching your hair.

Lips touch.

Whispering secrets.

Love Without Thunder

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When did I know I loved you?

A flash of lightning?

Thunder?

Earthquake?

No. Or surely I would have remembered.

Not thunder or earthquake. 

An awakening.

Dawn on a summer day.

An open window.

A breeze in the early morning.

When the air should be still

There was love.

Dream

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I met her in a dream this morning.

We must have been college students.

She had dark hair, I think.

Working on some project or another,

I thanked her for helping me.

 

And she, leaning at my shoulder,

As I sat at table or desk,

Drew near and our lips touched.

Not a kiss, wet and passionate.

A touching.

Furtive.

Curious.

A moment of wondering.

My hand touched her arm.

Hesitant. 

Tentative.

Then she was gone.

 

Awakening, I remembered life,

New and fragrant with possibility.

When friendship may have been love. 

 

I wonder what she would think of me now,

after all these years.

Would she remember?

Silly old man.

I only met her this morning,

In a dream.

We Are Different

We are different, she and I.We Are Different She finds delight in things that look nice or fine.

I shrug…but not where she can see me.

When she can see me, I smile and offer opinions, which are worthless.

She knows not to pay attention to my opinions.

They are sincere enough, but they are based on well-practiced confusion about how things look.

When we go shopping I am drawn to things that move or tick or hum,

Things that work, whether or not they are useful.

They are good if they have parts that fit together,

Forming a functional completeness.

I am fascinated or at least appreciative.

Things that hang or blend together seem accidental like a pile of leaves. 

Until we meet

We agree to be alone.

You drift away

Carried by wind and wave-song

And I sit, still and silent

Unhurried and thought-filled.

 

 

We drink aloneness

 

Until it has emptied us

Until we find each other

Exhausted by solitude

Aching quietly for the touch of hands

And we are together … full.