Fashions glow, and fashions fade,
but real friendships
hardly ever go away.
We sustain our lives that way
over so many years
smiles and tears,
conservative, or queer,
we are all here,
breathing the same breath,
bless,
nature, sun and rain
bravery, or fear,
we all end up the same,
no matter what you believe.
Omg, the weather,
it is everywhere,
like a mother’s love,
or the sky above,
or the days
that run into months,
or the years
ticked off one by one,
or the great consciousness
of humanity,
that binds us all as one.
I remember
your mouth,
the sparkle in your eyes.
Your intoxication
of me,
I remember that the best.
Your desire
of my mind,
less than of my body,
as it should be,
with your spit
on my skin.
Your mouth on mine.
Your face.
Such a handsome face.
I remember it well
– do you remember mine?
Would you remember me fully clothed?
Passing by
in the street?
I remember the feel
of your hand,
on my heart,
your breath,
the saliva on your lips.
Your sweet taste.
Your groans,
and spasms so strong.
The mess you made,
when you were done.
And then saying good bye,
wondering what you think?
Would I ever
see you again?
There is joy
and there are tears in
one night stand.
Many a mile has been travelled, as the sun sets on the blistering sands of our mind’s desert wasteland, which was once the fruitful valleys of our youth’s emotional dream time, 1000 kilometres ago.
Many a mile has been travelled. My brain is now half dead. And still the road stretches out in front, caught in the headlights high beam glow.
We played in each other’s smiles, for a while, we played I-Spy to pass the time, loaded up on roadhouse snacks, but alas, that was a millennia ago.
Are we there yet? He says as his enthusiasm goes.
We’re all set in for the duration,1000 kilometres, or so.
And still the road is swallowed under the front of the car, and still it just keeps coming, mile by mile.
The seats get hard to take, and we squirm about trying to make the pillows, and the blankets, and the dark, less numbing.
