Slated parallels

Slated parallels
spoken whispers
breathed in lies
split conscience
damaging wounds
dancing the subjugate
masked anonymity
call her or him
with the black ink
stained on my arm
numbers
dates
recall
memories
transparent outcomes
not hoping, just dreading
loving him while he absently fondles me
not playing for fate or desire
him leaving it alone
coming back out of habit
pushing the Irishman away
saving my love for that
special 51 yr old
my age
my race
my language
my sorrow
shared abandonment
no surprises
giving and receiving
honestly
holding a treasure of time
and the window of opportunity
appearing
like the Virgin Mary in the sky
keeping the sign
transfigured in blood
on the cross.

I love James

I love him

I won't love anyone else for a long time

unless I am reprogrammed

by the Buddhist Monk in my evening Math Lab

Jesus

or a Donald Trump finance seminar

I love you, James

this is proof

and I hope you are curious enough

to come here

and read it.

She wants to date a man who...

She can laugh with in the shade or sun,

a cloudy day can be seen in advance,

they can alternate between sleeping at eachother's apartment

a man who has no secrets

a man who is honest with himself.

A man who is not thinking about the next thing he has to do

before or during or after making love.

A man who kisses her everywhere

in all her hidden parts.

a man.

Are mid-week love interludes productive or disruptive?

Something you need becomes strangely elusive, even though it's usually in good supply.

(James Love)

Its in good supply now but when people start doubting love and the good nature of it as it unfolds, it can be destroyed.
I was happy to see him tonight.

Muah, James