
Month: May 2018
Love

It doesn’t come buried
In unwanted pheromones
Huddled over ripened flesh,
It’s the subtle look
Of wonderment from
The sleepy eyes
Of a senior canine,
Beckoning a belly rub
From your callused hands
You satisfy a need
Watch her lull into
A deep sleep, tongue hanging
Out
While she dreams
Sometimes I forget about love, about loving, about yearning to be loved because I have grown tired of the fight for it. Then I look at my friendly companion, the actual love of my life, and I remember love again. And, I am thankful.
Brothers

Eight years found me
Alone
Talking to imaginary
Friends who
Played my version of
House
Then
Before my eyes
My world shifted
And a once
Only and lonely child
Became more


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