I share this one with fear and trepidation.
Last night, I felt terribly lonely. To alleviate my loneliness, I listened to a number of late-Nineties pop songs, and I cried…and I wrote this poem, which expresses deep longing for connection with another person. Particularly, I long for touch and intimacy. I owe this poem to the lovely Leigh Nash, and to John Rzeznik.
I hope you like it. 🙂
The loneliness still follows me each day,
And stalks into my visions every night.
It haunts me with a saxophone’s soft tones,
And lives on in a longing Nineties song;
I want to feel the living flame Desire
That courses through my veins like lightning currents
Turned to the laughing power-chords of Joy.
The ache I feel is never memory,
But only yearning for the thing I’ve never had:
I long for sweet connection, with tongue and eye and hand,
To trust that I love someone who will not depart from me.
I hear the yearning whisper in my blood,
And sing its gentle song to every starlit sky.
The gentle ebb-tide swell of bass guitar is not enough;
I need the stark climactic cymbal-crash of a kiss,
The whispered melody of day-long conversation,
The chance to see stars shining in my lover’s eyes.
I ache to dance with someone in my good dress shirt,
And split a bottle of wine, and then…I’m sure you know.
I have no patience for small, patronizing words;
Don’t soften blows with, “Someday,” or with, “Soon.”
If passion is the force that turns the earth,
Then I would feel this love both here and now,
Although it might still fall quicksilver from my hand.