And why not a few more, to get everyone in the mood--of LOVE

It is my hope that at least one person will appreciate my work. I have always hoped in this manner...and may someone along the way enjoy.

AUTUMN 1979

Piano.
Piano.
Blues in Chicago.
Love's touches
Travel through the wires.
I and you
one:separate.
Slowly.
Easily.
Piano in Chicago.

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UNTITLED

Fused
In our entireties
Conscious:unconscious
Taken beyond
To survive lonely nights
Together:apart
Melded flesh
Ecstacy consequential.

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OILS

Concerning the passion we have for each other:
We,
The interplay of values
Dark and light,
Brushed across Life's canvas
In quick strokes
Of our individual colors,
Occasionally blended/contrast/
Counterbalanced.
Like tubes,
We've been upon Life's shelf:
Jostled, squeezed, re-priced--
Until we touched
On the same palette
In that evening of color.

I, the blues/Prussian, cobalt, cerulean.
Space white between us.
Your umbres, siennas,
Even cadmiums
Complement me,
Setting us off to read well.
As we caress
I am reminded:

Oils,
When properly mixed,
Can defy the Ages.

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OILS AGAIN

I'm not in the middle
Just in between
Between these layers
Of Monet's marvelous scene.

I can be underwater
Or floating above
In sunlight or shade
Color-strokes of love.

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LATE AT NIGHT

Face to face
Full moon and me
Slow arc across the sky
Kind of like my life.

I rise and I set
As any other
Lonely in night skies
Though surrounded by stars.

Been there/did that.
Shall I now return
To this complex simplicity
Or again become a castaway?

Shall I weep
Or find a lover?
I ask the Moon serene.
There is no answer.

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JUST WAITING

Chimes chime
Passing away the time.

Passing away the time
Listening to wind/songs.

Listening to wind/songs
In between my thoughts.

In between my thoughts
Meandering everywhere.

Meandering everywhere
I want to feel.

I want to feel
Your arm around me.

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Saint Valentine's Day is coming...the day for lovers

I'd like to post some of my love poems, if you don't mind? They've never been published, yet it seems now is the time for you to see them, feel them, and know a bit more about me?

06.OCTOBER

It may snow today.
I'd love to walk in it
With you
If we wouldn't get too wet
Or chilled.
Did you ever eat snow as it falls:
Just tilt your head back
Catch fluffs on your tongue?
And sometimes a snowyday rainbow
Color/ices the sky
Rain into snow
Gray into white.

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CHORUS

As the clouds
Are we changed
Floating and soaring
Heinous pain conquered.
Only through Death
Did we again become
Alive.
We are:
Well
Whole
Free
To live within the Light.
Forever.

--The Collective Voices of the Victims of AIDS

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A SONG

Come.
Dance with me
She pleaded 'neath the fullness of the Moon
He'll shine for us brightly
All night long.

Come.
Hear with me
She begged
All the mystical chimins of music
As He smiles.

If only you listen,
His song is there.

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FOR SIGGY

In sad confusion
Your eyes
Revealed.
Behind lavender lenses
Those hide-and-seek feelings flash.
So close our bodies
Yet
You were light-years away
When I became a shoulder/friend
Talking of cats
And softball
And bands.

Your solemnness is
Broken by desperate quiet screams
And nervous staccato laughs.

Thoughts of gaiety!
Paris!
Escape!

As boats lazily rocked
Port to starboard
On the water.

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LOVE ONCE

Love has a habit of taking its toll
What I feel in my soul
I need to control
Keep the soup in the bowl
Love's got that habit of taking its toll.

I know I'm not supposed to care
Just a plain old everyday affair
The thoughts we bare
The times I stare
I know, just not supposed to care.

Feelings have a sneaky way of creeping in
Making sweet, sweet songs of the noisy din
My heart's not tin
I just can't win
Feelings have a sneaky way of creeping
Softly in.

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From comments...

...somewhere.

Chicago Blue

☁ I Am Loving Loved Ones… Now… In the Windy City… ☂

♡ So Blue… ☔ Today… My 6th Funeral in this chapter… ✧

♥ My Chicago is Blue Today… And… “Our ✞ Al…” I Am

Holding Your four best girls and All Of Your BeLoved Ones,

In Love. ☯ God’s Grace, Sufficient and Eternal… ∞ IS NOW

Flowing Through Our Lives… ∞ weaving It’s tapestry… And

AvailAble… Now… as we are Able to Open to the Source Of

All That Is… I Am now Surrendering to My Own Grief and

Willing to Surrender to some Time to Let Go of the Sorrow…

And I Am Willing to Be a conduit of the Light and the Love

Seeking out the Blue Chicago… Where the Sun will Shine…

Again… And I Am Choosing to Expand My ☯Connection

To the Source… My Chicago will be – again – one day…

Sunny and Purple… underneath a Sky of Blue…

And Blue is Beautiful… Because the Sky

CHOSE a Perfect Color to BE…

In Love… Chicago Blue

Now… Be.

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Dominic…

Who Said “Good Grief?”