We bumped into one another outside the café in the center of town. Her eyes go wide as she recognizes me, and I can see the quickly hidden shock… time has changed me in ways unexpected, though I suppose the eyes always remain the same… windows of the soul, why would they change? I grin wryly to myself as I approach the table and we have the obligatory welcome hug, ‘So good to see you!!’, she gushes to me… and for a moment, I believe it… the warmth of it rushes over me like arousal, a feeling clean and pure […]
daddy’s girl
daddy’s girl loving eyes, happy smile ruling from the protective shadow of the first knight his armor how it shines in the sun as only a child can see the hands strong, sweaty moving slowly as a spider across young skin confusion, shame, uncertainty as frenzied workings become obvious the hands squeezing tender limbs lashes tremble, a little mouth works to voice the newness of pain the armor darkens cruelly as the knight falls in earnest to the sound of a little girl’s sobs which echo now in an older mind bitter anger, shame, pain collide with cynical laughter following […]
clown
the face of the clown painted before the world with the colors of happiness people look and smile never seeing the reality behind the mask the shadows of pain just beneath the facade so carefully erected so fragile the illusion but it matters not the strength for the clown is all too aware no one has the time or even the inclination to look beyond the carefree smile they so desparately need to see for to admit it exists is to admit they too, have pain and that is much more involved than they care to be