Friday, February 27, 2009

“One More Final: I NEED YOU” -07/12/2008

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Just,
Sitting here missing you,
Thinking,
About you just sitting there and missing me.

The fonder heart,
Unused to our absences,
Left un-used to each other.

Mutual,
Our agony agony ag-on-nee,
Patient,
But hoping that this show is over soon,
You,
Represented now by the moon,
Telling,
Me who I and why I’m here,
Hanging,
My hands and knuckles drag,
Hamstrung,
Equating that my quadratics won’t function without you.

These,
Now are the lonely nights,
Each,
And every one that waits behind a day for me,
Just,
As you stand somewhere
Waiting,
Once and always you have been there,
Distance,
Expanded endless seeming it fills with hollow-ness,
Nothing,
I want for between the time and the moment,
Again,
Coming that I can be with you once more.

We,
Will alloy again into a together,
Like,
No others will ever know,
This,
A together-cradle for our intimacies at velocities.

Fast,
Our relationship moves,
Bumpy,
From experience perhaps sometimes,
Smooth,
Though, for the rest,
And mostly effort-less.

Now,
Time being I’ve been thinking on the curves on your body,
Touching,
Against my own,
Graceful,
Your angles,
Slender,
Your frame,
Responding,
Just the right way to my touch,
Telepathy,
Between us,
You,
Pressed harder still against,
Me.

We,
Together the machine,
Endowed,
With the very spirit and essence,
Humanity,
Our combined gestalt escapes the matrix,
Roads,
We once and will once more travel down,
Much,
Oh-so-much understood between us,
Without,
Superfluous words because our actions speak louder.

Reminded,
Of our once and always sacred places,
Grass,
Down by the shade of the Merri Creek,
Weather,
January anti-gravity-summer-love-song right about now,
Lounging,
An ‘us’ that lies there together,
Looking,
Up and away at our sky,
Knowing,
We’d fly up there if we felt the need,
Exhausted,
Already from celebrating our physicality,
Earlier,
That not so lazy Saturday morning.

World,
To each other,
Roads,
All leading to us,
Even,
As I took paths that took me away, from us.

Know,
That I’m returning to you to be a better man,
Ready,
To be a more committed companion,
Always,
You can feel confident for my affections,
Again,
I will hold you,
Close,
Treat you with that care,
Listen,
To what you need from me,
Will,
Be there by your side.

Everywhere,
I go you will be there,
Never,
Will I leave you out in the cold,
Never,
Hiding you from my friends,
Never,
Be too busy to spend time with you.

Promise,
When traveling again you will be by my side,
Taking,
You with me wherever I roam,
Seeing,
More of these countries, this world,

Unfair,
Of me to have left you,
Waiting,
Without the comfort of a companion,
Gathering,
Age without grace
…or adequate lubrication.

Idle,
Alone and in darkness,
Leaning,
Against some brick wall,
…with the rest of my possessions.


Want,
To ride you again and again,
Become,
Through that joining the growling beast that only you,
Unleash,
From deep within in me.

Yearn,
To touch you again,
…hold you by those new grips I put on you not long before I left.

Dream,
Of wrapping my legs around your body,
…and strapping by boots onto you.

My love,
I want to take you through red light intersections,
Bounce you up gutters,
Guide you down staircases,
Like I used to do.

Didn’t plan to be gone,
Nearly this long,
Aching,
And even now I shiver,
Thinking,
About laying eyes on you again,
…and I know you’ll need one hell of a good service,
After not being used for a year.

Dearest,
My fundamental incomplete-ness centre-piece,
Bringing,
You back out to share the daylight.

Together,
You and I as one heart on fire,
Hard,
After I pump up your tires.

Finally,
And once more we’ll be,
Perfectly,
Two combined in purpose,
Unioned,
In my madness once more.

Disregarding cars,
You’ll be rescued from my parents’ garage,
Into the future we’ll roar and charge.
A singular insane entity,
On the run, and always… at large.

You are that which moves me,
The health-blood of,
My rediscovered life,


Yearn for you still, my beloved bike.



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Admittedly this needs work structurally, but the time is not-forthcoming, and the existing piece has all the sentimentality it needs. Additionally, the peom already has some historical significance within the trip (already performed to good effect), and so I felt it should be blogged -before- my return home. Cheers.


-Peace



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