Hidden Deep

The artist

must fondle the spark

while avoiding the flame

 

Never surrendering

to the heat

as light’s wonder calls his name

 

A flashing

of transcendence

escaping the warden of imprisoned time

 

Where the gold is buried deep

and hidden

—in mysteries still to mine

 

(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)

Letting You Go…

I spend my days

in celibacy unchosen

living the desperation

we share

 

Anguished in the knowledge

that needing you unbroken   

transcends the sentence

of this chair

 

I hear your words, I feel your touch

imprisoned by our love

and wish to free you from this pain

to meet again above

 

My memory holds each tryst endeared

your beauty most sublime

to relive as I stay in place

—virility confined 

 

 

(The New Room: July, 2022)