Conversation off-keyed
by misinterpretation.
Take a bow and leave
or stay, crushed
by accusing words
that give birth
to more frustration.
Is there any question
where lies my choice be?

The unrequited yearning
Aching with burning
As days abound keep turning
It twists into deepened hurting
Becomes fruitful in its wording
And with celestial flirting

Develops dreams that are vivid
Lustful, sweet and livid
In this bounty you prove driven
As I cry all is forgiven
Even with my entity slightly riven
I accept what is given

Wide watching green eyes dart around
a child among those getting grey with age.
At last allowed inside this club,
a first turning of my young life's page.

Sitting silent on a splintered bench
on a chill November day.
Father, uncle, older cousins,
brother, most now have their say.

The air is thick with drifting smoke,
hand rolled cigarettes, pot bellied stove,
but thicker with camaraderie
as the men tell tales, a treasure trove.

The night is still young
where are my lovers

sleeping ere the night
they have to keep awake

and

dance all night with their mates
as I harshly sing

sing in tunes unknown
my words like beads strewn

as in an abacus
you know what is tis

no! sad you have so far grown
sadly but gladly unknown...

Come along now
dance with me....