Lazarus

What lies beyond the grave?
No one has ever told.
Lazarus rotted in a cave.
'Til Jesus pulled him out.

How he spent his day
While he was there?
He forgot to say-
We forgot to ask.

Between Us

(remembering S. C.)

You liked unusual places
and suggested once
We sneak into the reservoir
at night,
half in,
half out
as the water joined our caress.
Then I heard the water
slap - Slap - SLAP!
between us
like the man who had
raped you,
And I decided
To slowly kiss
His memory from
Your thighs.

First Kiss (Prose Poem)

We walked, holding hands, along the bike path watching the skiers bounce on the waves.

Years ago this is where we shared our first kiss.  There had been other, forgotten kisses, but this was the place where we dreamed up tomorrow.  This kiss dissolved she and me and created, forever, we.

We lost our names that day.  I am Honey, Dad, Grandpa, and hear my name so rarely that I often have to stop and think when asked.  I often have to sit and think of my wife's name when someone asks for her on the phone.

In the City

From my apartment,
I can see
Lilac bushes below,
Beautiful despite the allergies;
A frame of tall trees on each side
And above,
As a background, a weeping willow
Framing a mostly dead tree.
If I squint and ignore
The chain-link fence
And the power lines,
I am transported and no longer
In the city.

Once again, I am in the woods
Behind my parent's house
Wandering off the trails.
Wondering if, perhaps, my feet
Are the first to crush the leaves
In this particular spot.
Often, usually under pines,
I would find a clearing
Perfect to call, "My fort,"
Where I could sit
So as not to be noticed
By those on the paths.
There I would imagine
What life will be like
When I can leave and live
In the city.

This Old Man

Sometimes,
by accident,
I see the woman,
who can't be my wife,
as others must see,
graying,
wrinkles,

but not now
as her thighs
pull me into her.
My Bride smiles
and the refection I see
in her eyes
couldn't be me.

We Have Shared

We have shared a bed
longer now
than, as a boy, I slept alone.
Made love most nights
as I discovered
hidden places.
You left me assured
I was man enough
for you.

Overwhelmed

in the park,
near the rose garden,
past the pond,
behind the geese,
you walk.
white cane
head high,
dark glasses,
you see more than I
overwhelmed
by the reflections from the pond,
the scent of roses,
the begging of the geese,
in the park.