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Thoughts in a quiet room

 

for H.B.  ‘though you'll never know...

 

 

A question

How is life mirrored against reason?

Is love maybe another reality?

Let me answer right -

Maybe another repetition

Allows revelation -

Release?

 

 

Portrait

 

Oh you beautiful boy!

Trembling on the cusp of manhood,

smooth face still untouched by tempered steel.

Eyes: clear, whites white

and irises blue-grey like the sea.

Hair: blond, slightly unkempt,

blown by the fresh wind of outdoors,

yet retaining the scent of your shower this morning.

 

Slim, lithe body encased by fashion

both artless and artful.

Designed to attract,

yet still aloof,

unaware of the power

your looks could unleash.

 

A glimpse of a throat,

a collarbone’s end;

slim wrists, slender fingers –

are you right-handed?

I watch as you write;

now I know with which hand

you pleasure yourself –

perhaps in your shower this morning?

Perhaps again tonight

within the darkened cocoon of your duvet.

What images do you see?

Is it the pretty fair-haired girl

you keep stealing glances at

in my classes?

 

In my cocoon,

I picture you.

But, coming, you dissolve

and I am again alone.

 

 

You

 

Just looking at you

is almost more than I can bear.

I yearn to touch,

caress and stroke and kiss;

and take you in my arms,

and hold you close,

rip off the impediments of cloth

and feast upon your naked frame

with eyes and hands and tongue and more...

I long to be one with you

you in me and I in you.

 

Looking at you,

I ache.

 

 

Opposites

 

 

Who cares?

I

who knows

you.

-------------------

I am!

you are?

we aren’t.

--------------------

Within me

You -

Without you

me.

-------------------

dark

fair   

old

young

me

you

us

 

yes?

 

no.

 

 

You Said You’d Miss Me

 

You said you’d miss me

when I kept you back

to urge you on and finish the course.

“I’d miss you,”

you said.

 

A joke?

Cruel wit!

Because, my love,

I will miss you –

unbearably.

 

And you?

You’d not miss me,

you’d be glad to be free –

no more classes!

“You’d miss me?”

 

I don’t think so!

 

 

Fatal Attraction

 

Like a moth to a naked flame

I was drawn in by your brilliance.

But coming too close, I burnt and died

consumed by your uncaring heat.

 

Your flame burns on, unconcerned,

the ground a graveyard at your feet.

 

 

Wrong again

Out of sight, out of mind.

Oh no - not at all my love!

 

 

Perfection?

Have a care!

 

Your smiles are darts,

- shot by your cupid-bow lips

Your eyes are cruel,

- they penetrate my very soul

Your lips are wicked,

- how I want to kiss them!

Your cheek is evil.

- smooth as alabaster

Your hair, unholy,

- a soft golden halo

Your body, lethal,

- lithe, slim perfection!

Your touch is icy,

- tender, gentle hands

Your breath is poison,

- sweet warmth on my cheek

Your words are barbs,

- I hang on your every syllable

Your presence hateful.

- I can’t be without you.

 

Have a care,

Your beauty kills –

 

- And I love you!

 

 

Listening to music

Silent and serene,

I watch you,

willing you to speak.

Our glances meet –

words fail.

I feel your presence

and wonder.

 

What cannot be said;

we have no words.

Like the winter waterfall

my tongue is frozen

belying the torrents of summer.

If we could speak, unfettered,

what might be said?

 

So we part

in unfulfilled silence,

but with a kiss...

 

which echoingly resounds.

 

 

How I would love to whisper

 

How I would love to whisper

the unsaid thoughts

which go through my mind.

 

How I would love to whisper

soft gentle passion,

breaths from my being.

 

How I would love to whisper

caressingly telling you

my deepest need.

 

How I would love to whisper

quietly yet urgently

what I feel for you.

 

How I would love to whisper...

 

And then, I could shout

for all to hear:

 

I love you.

 

 

Madrigal

 

Come, sit by me and let my senses reel.

I must stay calm in spite of what I feel.

Your artless smile and open, honest face

a picture of youth and beauty clothed in grace.

 

Beside me, as I tremble, you sit calm.

So trusting, innocent, you sense no harm,

nor hear the thunderous beating of my heart

as close to me you sit, a work of Art.

 

How near you are, yet far away,

I feel your warmth, would you but stay.

But all too soon the lesson’s done

you smile and thank me – then you’re gone.

 

 

While listening to Strauss’ Vier letzte Lieder, 23. 11. 07

Frühling

 

You are Spring

I am Autumn -

Summer separates us for ever.

 

 

September

 

Golden September –

Summer’s last flowering

or winter’s herald?

 

 

Beim Schlafengehen

 

Such stillness!

A whole world within you:

Of what do you dream?

 

 

Im Abendrot

 

Come, walk with me for a while –

at least until my sun sets.

 

 

Envoi

How I loved my adorable reprobate!

I lost my heart and mind to you,

lovely golden selfish youth!

My thoughts constantly turned on you,

as through my grey existence I endured.

Remembrance is all I have now.

 

But in remembering, grief is recalled:

I weep for what was and that which was not –

reality invades the mirage of memory,

golden sands of time become as grey as dust.

Impossible love! How could it ever be?

Remember me? I think not.

 

 

Reminiscence

 

 

Throughout my life, they’ve come and gone,

like comets in a starless sky,

a dazzling brilliance briefly shone

blinding me then passing by.

 

And in their light, I bathed in joy

a moment only, short and sweet -

each lustrous, golden, shining boy -

I loved them with a white-hot heat.

 

Short, sudden bursts of warmth and light

a momentary ecstasy,

yet after - all was cold as night...

it was as if I’d ceased to be.

 

Those brief encounters, paths that crossed,

were beacons in my loneliness,

now gone from view, and all but lost:

the light grows dim, the heat is less.

 

The sky is dark, eternal space -

and all that’s left to me is death.

I now recall each beauteous face:

the memory like a lover’s breath.

This small anthology of poems is © 2008 Jack Kendle, to whom comments may be sent.