Today I honor the memory of someone who recently left this earth and is resting in the glorious peace of God. Although I miss him profoundly, I find comfort in sweet memories of him and in his words. He often boasted that there was NOTHING I could ever say or do to make him stop loving me and although I never told him, I felt the same way about him.
He was a talented storyteller and poet and I want to share two poems that he wrote as a gift for me many years ago. The two poems not in quotes were written by me--the first one in response to one of his poems and the second one, I wrote years later on his birthday after dreaming of him.
As I read his poems just now, it seems that our roles have been reversed and so, I feel the absence of his presence; I pine and ache. My poems remain apropos because I do indeed pray that he continue to haunt my dreams.
You haunt my dreams
when the moon is full,
and my heart receptive.
You hover above my body and
kiss my mouth like a hummingbird
sucking nectar from a flower.
Oh, haunt me again
for your lips are of honey,
sweet and thick–
your whispers like the wind,
rustling through the leaves in a forest
on a hot summer day.
Oh haunt me again–
Untitled 07/08/1990 (Written on his birthday)
How is it, and why –
after so many years, you can still reach deep
into my subconscious
and appear to me in my dreams?
With vividness and life, unmatched by reality,
you touch me.
I feel –
the sweet fullness of your lips,
the gentle force between your thighs,
the curves and hollows of your body.
I look into your eyes – full of passion, and me.
We lock and sigh.
Satiated and calm, I close my eyes and await