Another
two hours in a department store
While
waiting for her to buy socks
I
text my lover and the wait is better
In
fact my life’s improved whenever
I
no longer wait for little to happen
To
sweeten it in ways she will not try
Though
I encourage her with reasons
She
hasn’t missed my presence
without anger or denigration
I
love her for what she can offer
And
do all the things we have done.
Better stay home after an all-day out
To stay unnoticed as we continue
As everyone happily doesn't miss me
Though
it not easy for a writer to be unseen
“Memory believes before knowing remembers.
Believes
longer than recollects,
Longer
than knowing even wonders,”*
It
is something I have always known
A
feeling I can never forget
Nothing
matters what I write at home
And
details would only encumber me
I
have seen the best minds of my generation
Wallowing in loveless frustration
Taking the easy way out of marriage
Drinking
themselves to death, smoking blank stares
Reverting
to pornography and fantasy
All-ing
or nothing their existence to be
Numbing the heartbeat setting them free
The
heartbeat of love that keeps beckoning
The
endless kisses of closed-eyed sensation
The
path that angels unfold for the daring
A
new morning of life for the caring
So I go on living making this image real
Every
loving echo of reciprocal sensation
Or
a dead man’s lost reverberation
There
is no time to lose for living
The
breath she’s taken away from forgetting
Breathing softly in my ear
The words I long to hear
Touching every curve distinctively
The lady sweats fragrantly with grace
As I taste the odds against the marketplace
And find perseverance overcoming obstruction
January 15, 2021
(*William Faulkner)
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