swan song
swan song
.
you made my world bigger
then smaller
then so large
i did not know east from west
as i stood so alone
in the middle of desire
and that proverbial non-place…
wantonness
.
i showed you boats on the water
and vivid red roses
while you took me to the land of lincoln
and made me feel
the hope of craving
.
we touched grafted roses
with bougainvillea vines
entwined, inseparable
.
i often wonder where you are
breathing silently
some nights in pennsylvania
sitting alone in a wicker chair in spain
or typing mercurially at your
ergonomically contoured keyboard
in every province of canada
.
i know you like to dance by the water
on warm southern california nights
(you told me without meaning to)
.
yet when the doors of evening close
and lights are turned off
i can hear your breathing
musical, melodious, wonderfully
you
.
because of the desires
of your heart
your passion sounds sweeter
than the splashing cascades of
powerful water splashing, falling
in snoqualmie
.
laughter is easy with you
.
when my tongue glides
across your trembling belly
is it hopefulness, excitement, passion?
.
is it the wandering thoughts
of your mind
hoping the roadmap of your body
will lead to hills and valleys?
.
is it
where the combustion of craving
ignites into a flaming torch of admiration?
.
my wish, for you
is the rising of your
innermost desires will be
felt as comfort and consolation
.
so today may be regenerated
as a beginning
of wishes come true
.
©~tolbert~
Copyright © wayne tolbert | Year Posted 2025
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