Sunday, December 7, 2008

My Sunday

It has been a beautiful day.

Spent it out of the house, with my love, and friends. A visit out of town to see one guy, then back, looking for a beach...

Found one which was adequately crowded for us to perv without being seen. There was plenty to see. Youths, away from school, add in alcohol and no parental oversight- yes, a recipe for chaos.

For some reason, I found myself ducking into my book of poetry, and I penned this.



I seek Love



I see more in people


and less, than I should-


maybe its just the thoughts


that range further and wider


seeking a depth to the surface,


something more that just the


smoothness of skin-



shallow;


that maybe my fault but


I seek meat and bone beneath the skin-


I see a boy, and dream of love and lust


not just a roll in the hay, day and night of pleasure-


I grasp at the lips, eyes, the heart;


reach for that which’s rarely offered


hoping beyond hope for day beyond the night;



I’m gay, and a man-


lust and sex are a river


that flows through my mind;


cannot dam it, too dangerous


it will crack and breach,


the overflow may drown even me-




Yet I seek that little bit more


that is so much more than


the heat and lust of a one night stand;




a home shared, a love to wake to


evenings watching sunsets,


the music of crickets-


sex with the fragrance of new,


familiarity of the old- all my buttons squeezed;




I seek that which’s not so often given


nor so often on market-


I seek hearts to enthrall as


they hook and hold me fast-


I seek love.




©GayUganda 07 Dec. 08


2 comments:

Leonardo Ricardo said...

I see more in people
and less, than I should-Gag

Bingo, me too.

Princess said...

"...all my buttons squeezed."
Nice one. I will be plagiarising that one, thanks. :-)

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