Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I understood too young the truth of love
in all its endless promise. Would I’d not
committed my fidelity to you,
but rather lusted well-intentioned just
as you had lusted over love for me
and nothing more—but no, I promised love
and not orgasmic joy of new romance,
but solidarity for life’s perchance
occurrences. And now perchance to prove
my faithfulness despite what comes to be,
I learn you never loved me. Must
I honor my commitment? What is true
of love if love claims honor only wrought
by reciprocity?—not endless love.

mercy
i'd be blue
and have compassion for she and you
and let her go
and get on with my aloneness
one more time
cause lust is not sublime
just a crusty jar of sugar
nothing more
instead
find what touches you
sweetly
deeply
sincerely
there's the keeper
a sweet friend.

two sit in a park
the clouds are dark
a moment
that should last for ever
but it starts to rain...