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The pressures on any relationship from critical outsiders can be harsh, even heart-breaking; sufficiently so sometimes to weaken even the ramparts of love.
There are bound to be times when one or other of us in a relationship cannot withstand these pressures.
Breaking up is tough on anyone. We need to be strong, and man up. Not always easy.
Oh, but the joy of reconciliation once we join forces and prepare to repel all invaders threatening our shared private space where (gay or straight)...Love rules OK.
RECONCILIATION or TO HELL AND BACK
In the water, ugly face looking up at me,
bags under the eyes, tramlines on the brow,
mouth crooked (the queerest expression)
firing questions that passed over my head
to join songbirds providing a free display
of nature’s grace and splendour, yet cannot
move me to tears of joy where but wistfulness,
confined to a hell of mind-body-spirit
In the water, a told-you-so sun mocking me,
bags under its eyes, reeling from a freak storm
that struck without warning as a beast might
stalk and surprise its prey. Shivering now despite
the afternoon’s clammy heat. Scared, yes,
paralysis inviting the beast to circle and tease,
whites of its eyes curiously familiar, threatening
the worst, but move on, leave me alone
In the water, your face smiling up at me,
bags under the eyes, tramlines on the brow,
mouth crooked (the queerest expression)
putting answers to me that whirl in my head,
join seabirds in a free display of nature’s
grace and splendour, a feisty summer spray
in my eyes depositing its passion on my tongue,
lyric of an all-time favourite love song
Reconciled, we strolled a lake’s leafy shore,
scared of being gay and in love no more
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2005; 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem under the title 'Reconciliation' appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]
The pressures on any relationship from critical outsiders can be harsh, even heart-breaking; sufficiently so sometimes to weaken even the ramparts of love.
There are bound to be times when one or other of us in a relationship cannot withstand these pressures.
Breaking up is tough on anyone. We need to be strong, and man up. Not always easy.
Oh, but the joy of reconciliation once we join forces and prepare to repel all invaders threatening our shared private space where (gay or straight)...Love rules OK.
RECONCILIATION or TO HELL AND BACK
In the water, ugly face looking up at me,
bags under the eyes, tramlines on the brow,
mouth crooked (the queerest expression)
firing questions that passed over my head
to join songbirds providing a free display
of nature’s grace and splendour, yet cannot
move me to tears of joy where but wistfulness,
confined to a hell of mind-body-spirit
In the water, a told-you-so sun mocking me,
bags under its eyes, reeling from a freak storm
that struck without warning as a beast might
stalk and surprise its prey. Shivering now despite
the afternoon’s clammy heat. Scared, yes,
paralysis inviting the beast to circle and tease,
whites of its eyes curiously familiar, threatening
the worst, but move on, leave me alone
In the water, your face smiling up at me,
bags under the eyes, tramlines on the brow,
mouth crooked (the queerest expression)
putting answers to me that whirl in my head,
join seabirds in a free display of nature’s
grace and splendour, a feisty summer spray
in my eyes depositing its passion on my tongue,
lyric of an all-time favourite love song
Reconciled, we strolled a lake’s leafy shore,
scared of being gay and in love no more
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2005; 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem under the title 'Reconciliation' appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]
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