Posts Tagged ‘memory’

The Other Day

Posted: January 16, 2015 in Poetry
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I thought of you,

that night,

we were together,

with everyone,

watching,

I couldn’t move,

like a little kid,

I only watched your legs

move near mine,

my hand frozen,

wanting to touch you,

wanting to feel only your skin,

upon my urging fingertips.

That night,

I wanted to play with you

while everyone

discreetly knew …

I have to wonder

how many

really did realize

the many nights

we no longer thought about

our clothes,

an afterthought,

laying piled in a rush,

nearby, naked, nostalgia.

How Many Times

Posted: November 18, 2014 in Poetry
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When watered down skies

revealed shadows

I never wanted to leave

I just didn’t know.

How many times

I wondered why I became

that fortunate soul

held in your arms

and even then

you gave me everything

knowing,

knowing I might not return …

~

I miss your touch

skipping school,

our lunch

our hungry passion

driving our desire

while hours might stop

we traveled

oh my

we traveled in time.

~

How today in the quiet,

when measured lives

become just a memory,

we are told to let go

and keep dreaming.

Yet so often I lose

you in the waking sun.

©Michael Fountain

©Michael Fountain

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How quickly the moment has fallen to memory

when an autumn afternoon,

an explanation in tender eyes

drawing a design

in compassionate circles

the bark slowly fading, breaking apart

to reveal a naked soul,

pure in your hands, held with meaning.

~

hands with sweet intent reached yours

while one allowed the other slipped the twig

naturally

inside a breast pocket  for a later use

needed by only one as now

my hands traveled to your waist

tracing a soft cotton brief, as I nudged you near

legs would then dance from the soil

wrap inside my thighs …

~

I would late feel your hair across my chin

while I glance upon galaxies

feeling warm

a naked thigh lay gently across my body

satisfying restful manhood,

my eyes knowing only the stars

with simple sweet … love

~

Awakened a breeze will tease my chest,

eyes open to feel a naked twig is at rest