Talking About Sex and Love


We differ,

men and women,


so I’ve been told,

in a sort of scold,


We differ in sex and love

I would argue,

giving her my love

is probably

a vulnerable move.


We differ in how we understand

the other might respond,

the other has a plan,

when in silence,

we stand now alone


We were once the same

if only, a silent interlude

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

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He Imagined Her

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It was on a Friday night,

she spoke to him


she said she waited there

just to know

to wonder

if maybe he ever,

or if he might now.


He wondered then,

in the quiet of a winter eve

could she hear him

feel him,

might she know

if in a silent beat

of some nostalgic moment,

would he



He chose to listen

to a song would bring him a tear

always a joyful cry,

he wanted her to know

the celebration of love

could only contain

the tenets of a cherished


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

Reaching Out

what matters

when worlds once aligned

begin a collision course

where care and compassion

generate gall.


oh it is the absurdity

the human condition

forgetful, forgotten

inside an insidious


of self-preservation.


Love thyself,

indeed do for it is us

the sole recipient

of a heart so large

our chest aches

in its capacity.


we hold life in check

rather than our tears embrace.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

(my dog is dying and I need to cry)



In Knowing

now the leaves are falling

the skies speak a grey

interlude before snow

will blanket our lives.


she must know the ache

so real and tangible

every moment he wake

her in dreams beyond today


he must wonder now

forever in her silence

is love this real

or does it rely upon science


his experiments derail

his love for her without fail


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~