July 2015


those times in taipei.
surreal. so fey.
your lips. like frozen anarchy.
on mine. like colliding waves
on those formosan seas.
you dislike my ways.
my style that aggravates
your taste.
so fey.
you loved me. i know.
i love you so.
i must let you go.
was there any other way?
you misled me.
i fooled myself.
those ringing whispers
of doubt that will not
lower those walls
ringed round my folly.
what else?
those simple walks
through the night market.
without words we
with much haste we
as much with me
as with you.
as though the world,
caked with powder,
was our pie.
as if the truth,
never farther,
was our lie.
making love to you
was my undoing.
now always i will
seek the same
in another.
what the body in
passion consummates
may not match the tides
of what the soul
may snatch when
joining, as one,
we mate.
i always said you
were my match.
in so many ways
that simplicity
will not forgive.
now we are no more.
as polar strands
unheeding of the other.
cliffs turned to
a horizon neither sees
in self imposed duplicity.
what else?
those wet summer nights
in each’s embrace.
engaging your breathing
to mine with a lover’s
eager pace.
your face to mine
without the pretension
of lace. I miss you.
I miss you so.
I must let you go.
you do not love me.
now i know.
do know as i said before.
with my back to you
and seeking the front door.
a portal that
evinces never more.
i do not regret.
one moment.
with you.

she (random cl post) wrote:

(I can’t live without you)

I can’t live without you.
I’ll die, crumble into ash,
waste away to nothing, because my fire is gone,
because only you can light it, my dark prince.

But you stay forever in the shadows eluding me,
teasing me, turning me on,
making me ache with the want of you,
then like a butterfly flit away from my grasp.

Just once I’d like to see you solid, whole.
I’d like you to hold me, and let the world melt with us

i wrote:
i only walk these shoes
for a glimpse of you
in the hanging shades of
this life.

one moment where i
may, if i may,
see some destination.
some harbor
far from my origination.
just once i’d like to see
you see me.
for what i am.
unbroken but seeking
to be whole.
then hold me as i you.
i only walk these shoes


walking i came across a low stone hedge.
placing my hand on the topmost stone, I felt a tinge.
an invitation, ruly and warm, for my rest to pledge.
hinged like second nature, rock marbled at the fringe
i sat.

where are you?
i have walked a score of time for your shores
and found you only to forfeit that
short time meant to be forever.
i will walk another score.
another life.
without that which we strive.
with that which we
promised yesterday.
how can i live today?

getting up, i looked to the original path.
a route of mimicry that held no
pioneering credit for me.
a lane traversed by many
more sad than i.
truly the road less traveled
and often despised
by those claiming wisdom
in unwarranted haste.
it is the setting sun that
spurs my travel.

where are you?
i have walked a score of time
to see your smile and
when i did i lost the
will to smile back.
it is because the
morning sun brings
the possibility
of when i will at last.