the assumption of love.

the assumption of love.

when was the last time I felt
a woman’s lips upon my own
as almost forgot
I see movies and jealousy ensues
but do I pursue
this in my every day life
do I assume
this will come to me.

the smartest of us may be the dumbest of the heart.

I have been single for… damn 30 years now, I have dated but I have also insulated… I do not feel worthy of a mate as I am a fail, and I realize we all are but I don’t want to subject someone else to that, I see it, I realize it, but I also live it… I see I am wrong but feel empowered to let it go on because we all die alone, I don’t know… I don’t know… it fucks me up, I see the inevitable but I also feel empty but strong… I deserve to be happy and mostly am but not complete… how the fuck do you communicate that to someone else who wants to be a part of that and their that… if that makes sense… just venting, it matters not it matters not at all… I wish it did… but what the fuck do I know… tons now.. but it will all be lost in 50 years or so after I am gone.. so why the fuck… is the question.

inner light?

inner light?

a diamond inside?
no. perhaps- diamonds are cold
a light?
a lantern – a voice
both entwined
for I know
you know
all that is right
to escape this hole
but worn as clothes
(on the outer skins)
the comfort of fur
to spurn the world
to flash color

when there is none
.

we know the clock ticks
for the real clock has an end
not a loop
not a circle
but a cliff
into-
but then looking back
where might that origin be
back there
darkness- then a crawl
then a dance
then a life
perhaps romance,
and there here alone
on that edge
as that light
moves to the next.