Wednesday, July 6, 2016

The Junction

Is it a dream
Your touch
Your hands
Curling inward
Your phallic enterprise
And everything it stands for

Are you not
The manifestation
Of magnification
Of most honest moments
Captured in mind

And to what do I owe this pleasure
This promiseless venture
My life?
As it exists
Just Now or 

forever?

A gain and a loss
A junction between
Impossible choice
What of this
Predicament
Which leads 
To nobody's
Deliverance

What of choice
Between boy who promises manhood
And man who promises
Such Sweet nothing

A repeated story
To be sure
Of upending everything
That has been stood for
In name of
Love?
Pleasure?

A constant craving for more
Perfection
Connection
Of the highest regard
Would you deem connection
Based On values
Compassion
And continued presence
Or spirit,
matching breath
And shared stillness.

On a promise made
A love felt
Long ago
Or one felt now
With no promise of tomorrow