fuel me

i have that photo of you
running thru my mind.
you're lounging there..
half a smile.
i can see the soles of your shoes
and the soul of your face.
.
the sweetest sounds..
remember?
it's the best of the best then.
it's not to ridicule..
those times are what i see.
tasting your smell,
heat felt
breathe it.
.
i have that photo of you.

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"reversed"

i remember it.
all we ever wanted..
this was what we wanted
.
to discover a new song and
walk along Sullivan St., holding hands in the Village.
.
buy kiwis at the market.
.
an afternoon of shopping for music
                                                                              in some
second hand record
store.
.
to say nothing at all,
sitting in a chair together.
.
lie together, talking, never realizing the time.
and kis in the sticky hot night
sipping deep red wine .
.
holding greasy hands.
in a musty movie theatre sharing popcorn.
.
drive along the coast with the radio on.
coming home from his concert together.
.
or eat middle eastern food in some tiny pub.
.
naked and warm in the sun
on the beach.
we wanted to lie head to head.
.
soak in the blues in a smoky, dimlit bar.
holding eyes and listening.
.
to stand together at the foot of the moon,
all we ever wanted...

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     hhmmm, having been put in the position of "trying" to be clever with the content of this bio, i find myself at a loss. i'm better at the impromptu i believe. anyway, i write "poetry" which my family and friends patronizingly say is fine. however, the professor at our local college, (Bucks County, Pa. Poet Laureate for several years) seemed to have quite a different and less complimentary opinion. (smile).. i write for therapy which is more than any person should expect. it seems to be safer than medication and a lot less expensive.
     i'm not an artist, a photographer, a musician, or a math teacher. i do APPRECIATE art, film, music and i like math. (smile).. i travel the highway and i have 13 earrings in my left ear. that's all i can think of that's "clever".