Tuesday, June 14, 2016

I FEEL YOU, BABY


trying to go
against your grain,
sanding those nasty
splinters down
and not quite managing
your heat
and not quite believing
your heart's lust
and not all together sane
and so full of fears
while you balance your love
on a moon beam
and want so badly
to be wanted
and...

do not worry
you are
and will
always
be...

but I must go,
without the hand
I want to hold;
I must make
those compromises
to buy some extra
time for
myself. Biology
is selfish
& I bend
toward
the sun.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

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