9 From 2001

4/21/01 she asked me why I chose her as we lay beside by the ocean foggy from disembarking daybreak sat up befuddled as she kissed me from the lighthouse a dreary bell rang out the dangers of shore for a dreary sailor no thoughts are given to the hairballs on the stairs walking down in the darkness inside the kitchen fill a glass with juice the slider squeaks open outside my favorite chair sitting in the moonlight three thousand miles away I take a sip and think, my thoughts they are with you my meal rests before me sustenance enough to sustain my body four food groups and drink darkness grows on my window sill as night approaches sitting here alone my heart grows weak from the distance between us (one month to go) days go by but no lonely tears in eye for you are here Mandy whose voice I love to hear, a wonderful womanly art in the gallery of love, my heart at last my face begins to rest at last my feet are curled warming on the soft plush carpet fire for heat and light giving character in shadows and light darknesses thoughts of the days happenings fly like sparks memories of a day adrift lazily stream into darkness night’s relaxing sooths full with sunset’s ease the books I’ve never written fall from the stars to me talked to Mandy on the phone she asked me if I would kiss her Has she not heard it in my voice when I say that I love her? Has she not seen my love sick dreaming? Has she not talked deep into the night with me? Has she not sensed the longing the desire in my poetry? Does she not know that I have dreamed of kissing her for what seems like an eternity and if I could kiss her for one half that amount of time I would still long to kiss her again? Mandy I love you and will kiss you whenever, wherever I can even if you don’t brush your Teeth in the morning Rain has stopped The occurrence of Sporadic heat Yet in the basement, Cool and dark, I lay not wanting to Move not wanting To do anything But to dream of the Woman I love How can I explain the way I love you It is like the love of God My love for nature My love poetry My love for beauty And indefinable happiness My endless search for perfection Instead of ending up in verse Has been pettily packaged in a woman Who gave her love to me