Estrogen doesn’t stain
Feminine calls,
as woman walk past,
showering me with estrogen.
Girl-friend longing.
i see happiness
in this,
flowing from shared lives.
Go for it, i tell myself.
Estrogen doesn’t stain.
(poem altered on nov13,2o1o)
The Edge of My Spiceyness I
The edge of my spiciness
flows from you.
In living,
i live,
quite fully,
but with you
in my days
all deepens,
becomes real-er,
hues brighten,
and happiness increases;
places i am with you in are special-ized.
Moments remembered
multiply exponentially
covering all the times
you inhabit them.
Going back
to the places
of with you
expecting a moment,
but find instead
an ordinary place
without you.
(My thanks to Shana who uttered the phrase that titles this poem and gave me permission to use it)
Seize the Day
I have heard
‘Seize the Day’
and thought:
‘Thats a great idea’,
but left it unused
as a life strategy.
Now,
suddenly
it is imprinted
on my heart
SEIZE THE DAY
tatooed
deeply.
I ask her out.
Irony part I
I smile at the irony
that anxiety of people
follows me
often deliniating my life,
but my happiest has existed
in people proximity,
girlfriends especially,
and in my communities events.
Now alone mostly
with many things
walks, watching hockey
museums, events
i see they lack
the colour
depth
dimension
fullness
of when they were shared.
Even aloneness at home
is becoming black and white,
losing its colour,
making me long to change the picture,
switch to a new show;
i have to figure out how to work the controls
without a manual.
frustration!
May this increasing longing
overule my anxiety;
become so strong
only action can occur
toward people.
a You
Tru,
men are attracted
by woman beauty.
But this general attraction
lags far behind,
is nothing,
to finding a you
that you know
though you have never met.
Finding packed,
in already comfortableness,
deep fondness and liking,
and leaving inside you
a wonderful longing
to enjoy this womans company.
