I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “guilt

If She Might Listen


If only,

in that moment,

when I might know,

advances were of an innocent nature,

she cried inside,

not letting me ever see her pain,

yet I was the bewildered one,

now with a stain,

a lasting impression,

I would carry with me forever.

 

I suppose it is that patriarchal significance,

always knowing,

self-assured and callous,

anticipating the world to be our measure

of decency,

yet in that quiet memory,

I do recall her laughter,

it did,

bring us to the top of the mountain,

just the ledge,

the ledge that kept testing balance,

would never have held us both.

 

In lasting memory,

I always do replay the moments,

when somehow,

I hesitated,

and she would later,

have a confusion,

I can only hope would someday

turn a smile.


Present Self Loathing


I do lie next to you,

in spirit,

in physical form,

a reach

a cup – your breast,

a soft perhaps wakeful gasp,

buttocks seek, legs now would writhe,

begin our wound desire … a sigh

my hand stays near –

I wonder

just how to begin when confusion

lies

while morning sunlight

could indicate the time is right.


When Last We Spoke


I have looked inside your eyes endless times

yet been forever lost in knowing expression

I have looked inside your eyes endless times

imagined new horizons, swift surface serenity

I have looked inside your eyes endless times

yet walked away knowing full well I lost again

you look the same at 39 that you did in 77

I’ve exhausted any desire to discover challenge

certain my clues have been long forgotten

I’ve exhausted any desire to discover challenge

knowing original intent always damages scope

I’ve exhausted any desire to discover challenge

for that victory seems far and away dissolved

When last we spoke I asked your forgiveness

Not once did I even believe I could mean it

When last we spoke I asked your forgiveness

for playing the same burden of proof in design

When last we spoke I asked your forgiveness

yet when doing so I became lost in your eyes.