Never,
but never give up on love. Many of us do just that. (Gay people perhaps a shade more easily than our heterosexual
counterparts?) Whatever, there are, of course, exceptions to every rule (especially the
self-imposed variety) in which we should all take heart.
It is invariably those critics convinced they have our best interests at
heart that will do their best to obstruct us by raising the worst of daunting
barriers, whether it be colour, creed, sex, sexuality or even ageism.
By all
means, let's look before we leap if only so we can be
as sure as far as we can be sure of anything or anyone where we will land, and what we are likely to find there.
Fallen out with love? Oh, but let's prove the cynics wrong who insist Happy-Ever-After is just a fairy tale, and GO for it...
THE LAST
CHAMELEON
Never
thought to fall in love again,
as time
passes like kisses in the rain,
sunlight
on the sea, moonbeams
chasing
shadows, just as we would,
he and I,
long gone, a dream to cherish
though
desire all but perished, a fire
left to
smoulder as I grew older - until
I met you
At first
glance, extinguished flames
leapt and
began dancing a light fantastic
on my
heart, feeding its sleeping coals,
storming
my defences, ravishing me
where I
stand for just holding your hand,
engaging
your smile, old gods laughing
at my
heartbeat’s mad leaping, your voice
washing
over me, watching lips move
I so long
to kiss, wondering what to say,
to let
you know I mean every word,
how it's
you inspiring me, conspiring
with a
stirring sexuality, no thought
even of
teasing you, only pleasing you,
blood
coursing older veins than yours,
winging
fair Avalon’s towers in the poetry
of our
being together
Love,
soulmates, lifelines joined together
or meant
to pass at tangents to each other,
(whatever,
fate will have its way with us);
Happy,
wishful, ecstatic, a roller coaster
running
madly, truly, deeply, every moment
well
worth the sharing, caring, giving,
and taking
that is love in all shapes and forms,
chameleon
thought lost, home at last
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2005; 2012
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears in A Feeling For The Quickness of
Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]
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