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Today’s (new) poem was inspired by a tale of two old friends of mine, lovers for years, having made it up after a nasty tiff; the tiff itself, probably made all the worse by the tension we are all feeling during this awful pandemic.
A
masked man sat near me
in
a bar, and social distancing with his body
while
getting up close
with
wide blue eyes dispensing with any need
for
words
I
found myself listening to eyes
enabling words of love to pierce cloth ears,
invade
my personal space,
take
my heart prisoner, be sure I catch the sob
in
its voice
Any
resistance on my part, futile
from
the start, those eyes long since engraved
on
a mind-body-spirit
regretting
harsh words spoken in the rising heat
of
a moment
As
I swam in those beautiful eyes,
waves lapping intimately at all parts of me,
it
was like a homecoming,
all
your senses and mine embracing a missed-you
kind
of greeting
The
masked man drained his glass,rose
and headed for the exit without looking back,
nor
was there any need;
four
eyes had said all there was to say, two bodies
left
on love to feed
Back
home, masks off, in a bubble
of
comfortable silence, we ate a meal abandoned
in rage, now forgotten,
tucking
in, confident of glorious days ahead for our
having
been forgiven
Copyright R. N. Taber 2020
Take care, folks, and try not to let Covid stress get to you even if looking on the bright(er) side of life requires peering through an emotional fog to find it,
Hugs,
Roger
[Note a gay-friendly married couple insisted I post this poem on my general blog as well today on the grounds that "It will probably ring a bell with couples worldwide, gay or straight ...]
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