sideman…

sideman

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

now that was helpful…

love’s fluidity
makes defining
difficult
if
not
impossible
thus
the perfect subject
for
dreamy
lovesick poets
proposing endless lines
of
poetry
about
the undefinable
fine
melodic verses
revealing
nothing
at all
about
what lies
concealed
within
the soul

 

less than strangers…

every thing they said
has come to lies’ fulfillment
you do not recall
an old wagon ride
round and round all those summers
nor do you recall
whose hands and voice embraced you
some how ghosts stories
have replaced the real events
a black hologram of truth
i understand why
the truth is hard to live with
those crimes of passion
have altered life’s history
and the fools always believe