Monday, October 1, 1990

Hold Me Again

Helplessly I cry
Out to you.
Listen to me, find my
Dreams with me.

Memorizing the feeling of being
Engulfed in your arms.

Alarmed to find them always out of my
Arms to hold me again,
Involving you in my struggle
Not to be forgotten.

Wednesday, August 15, 1990

The Artist

True to only himself.
Envisioning a world that is his alone.
Effected not by the reality of those around him.
Introspect is his asset.
Solitude, his truest friend.

Monday, July 23, 1990

The Long Road

Being with you makes me feel loved and wanted.
Two things I have only on rare occasion felt assured of.
Fear grips at my heart as I walk
Tremulously down this new road of
Letting someone get so close to me.
I expect my travels will be long
And often frustrating for us both.
But be patient and wait for me.
Once I reach its end, my arms will embrace you
More warmly than they ever have embraced anyone before you.
I promise you it will be worth the wait.

Sunday, July 15, 1990


A secretive glance, a nervous smile.
At once, warmth floods your body
And you shyly look away.
The confidence you had to smile
Has suddenly been replaced by nervous anticipation.

You try to avert your mind, to resume concentration.
But all that keeps flashing through your mind is his image,
The image that reflects its warmth in your own countenance.

Somehow your world has changed,
Offering new hope and heartened challenges.
No longer is the image just in your mind,
It has materialized within arms reach.
But there is fear.

Fear that yearns to draw you together
And yet holds you apart.
Cautiously your fingers extend just enough to touch his.
You look for compassion in his face.
As he looks at you, your fear evaporates
And you embrace each others’ courage.

Saturday, July 14, 1990


Caressing your hands, opening my heart to you.
Never doubting my decision to trust you implicitly.
Enticing are your arms,
Never weak or trembling.
But always meltingly warm and soft to my touch.
Enveloping me in their comfort and strength,
Not letting me down when I have needed them.
Telling you my heart’s dreams in complete trust.

Sunday, July 1, 1990

The River Banks

A river with many forks
Has many ways to flow.
Its resources continuously split and rechanneled.
The gray misty forests
Put on a fog for the banks which
Restrain their energy.
They seldom dry up,
They seldom lose their way.
The river continues to flow
And provide for the land,
Even once the rains have stopped.

Thursday, June 14, 1990

So Far Away

Separated by fear of rejection so familiar to us both.
Attempting to rebuild trust in each other
That was always destroyed by others in our lives.
We can earn each others respect and develop our own relationship
If we can relinquish our control,
Governed by fear.

Friday, May 25, 1990


Preparing myself for the hurt and loneliness
I am certain to encounter in life.
I reach out to you,
Preparing myself to let you into my world.

Tuesday, May 15, 1990

The Black Hole

The breath that has been vacuumed out no longer sustains me.
My balance is gone.
The outstretched arms of support
Have fallen to her sides,
Withdrawn and lifeless.
I can no longer be taken in by them.
In the distance is a fog of tears and laughter,
Slowly evaporating
Until only sudden and unexpected showers replenish the memories.
Left exhausted and empty, the vacuum still draws on me.

Monday, March 12, 1990


Awakening all of my senses.
Sensuality that is insuppressible takes over,
Only to heighten the perception of every
Nuance in our movements together.

Sunday, March 11, 1990

Young Love

Yesterday my dreams were filled with
Only you.
Unpredictable, sensitive,
Never taking my love for

Lying here alone, my thoughts are
Only of you.
Very precious to me and
Endlessly easing my mind.

Thursday, March 1, 1990

Endangered Species

Existing in solitude.
No one is there, open to devour my appropriated needs.
Guilt overwhelms me for ever needing anyone.
Repulsed is each person
Who decides to care about me.

Scared of putting myself on the line.
Endlessly searching for comfort and compassion.
Intuitively knowing that
Everyone would have to be sick to need or want me.

Thursday, February 1, 1990

An Old Gray Building

Angular, narrow.

Overlooking the river.
Laughing at its diseased residents.

Greedy and ruthless towards
Aliens whose hopes have yearned for reinstatement.

Busily under construction.
Its dwellers living
Damaged in its fortress of
Isolation and loneliness.
No days in their pasture are green.

Friday, January 5, 1990

Forever Alone

Feeling alone,
Overwhelmed by rejection and excruciating worthlessness.
Verified existence only through rejection.

Abandoned in my loneliness,
And no one can see to overlook my
Nagging sense of being eternally alone.