What I'd Give to have You think of me Romantically

" It is Autumn,
When I remember the touch of her kiss
When I taste time I always regret,
how she opened a doorway
so I would see light.
All those motions of hugging
and feeling alive. "

But we are just another
Erased history, aren't we?
Filled with forgotten men
In our songs. In our poems. In our phallic symbols. In our parchments filled with fantasies,
And,
Mirrors

(my room is filled up to the brim with mirrors to see you, but now I no longer see myself.)


Chivalry holds just another "I "
That no one has missed
Our women don't stay
and our men can cry
they usually mourn at bedsides nowadays
Or try to find some job-angel-guide

" She spoke of freedom
And in a way it was sad
How she spoke of some glory I had become
and the forgiveness I felt, for the sins I'd been given. "

Small places
In the Fall
Hold my hope to sea
Even more will follow
In this eternity.
Buried deep in shallow memories
So I search to understand
How I'm just a man
open to scorn
but opened to everything else
Like the sea

and while we linger like the kiss
from our absent fathers
frail
You are a gift
So don't try to pretend
Who we are again. I
know I am "man"
Intangible to skipping stones
hatred
and
forlorn.