ONLY LASTLY, THERE WAS LUST

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JOURNAL #35

such pictures come to mind

when I think of your warm, willing flesh

though its so much more than the mere physicalness

of your touch

that i miss

its that knowledge that deep down I am getting your

exemplary  best

and then some

I am drawn by the spirit of your depth

I've my many flaws of course

and I do try to keep them in check

but you are to me a clay footed glorious being

called male

and I am smitten with your internal self

far beyond that of the mere mortal scale

its like I have placed my finger upon the pulse

of your very life

as if I am a vital part of that energy force that

makes up you

and my deeper self oh so reminiscently recognizes

that one particular rhythm

you have built in me such bridges of joy

the mere thought of your loss

can devastate me to a near paralyzing degree

I sometimes fear I shall scare you with the depth

of my points

but surely most of this can not come to you as any new

sort of news

you know me so well

from you I do not hide

this is the me I have been from the very beginning

with you

more or less

well, that's for you to decide

I feel so emboldened

I am so much more because I was blessed to be

permitted to know you

all my ugly secrets you hold in your safe keeping

and still you care

and feel that particular pull in yourself so very deep down

we must explore this

in each other fully

and without limit or reign

I think I wanted you before I knew you

now try to tell me that does not read as

damn near insane

we've shared so very much

we've wondered the path of friendship

meandered through histories and knowledge

persevered through our tragedies

and through it all you lowered your defenses

and allowed me to truly get to know you

and for it I loved you fast and early

I confessed such love far much later

but I dare say deep down you always knew

for we were on a high velocity spirit course

for me , believe this or not,

'Only Lastly , There Was Lust!'............................

(June 14, 2009 1129pm)
















Author's Notes/Comments: 

writing an I miss you poem to a person who does not exist. Sometimes, when I feel alone in my head I create a lover and write to him. It helps ease the loneliness is a bit pathetic I'll grant you that but its a harmless way to help myself to feel better.

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