The Grand Irony

In earliest days,
when our love
was new,
I was
a vulnerable sapling,
subject to
wind and whim.

Years later,
our love has roots
and I am a tree
deep and unyielding,
and we live, grow
in our treehouse
safe and secure
from all natural predators.

Ironically,
now that we have
the depth of passion
and commitment
of this life shared,
some nights
this tree
just can't summon
the wood.

Finding 1974

Climbing

over the mountain

of memories,

it looks more like

the city dump,

everything tossed

about,

no rhyme,

no reason,

no hope

of ever

finding 1974

and the

innocent skin,

the naive eyes

I once possessed

before the erections,

insecurities,

and self-abnegation

took me hostage

for the next

few decades

and refused

to let go.

Naked Body Insight

Self-delusion
is self-defeating:

there's no such thing
as secret eating.