From All Of Me To You - Poem by Jim Boone
We loved to read of legends in our times
To fantasize of perfect love for and from another
Refused to hide the boon of male perception
That passersby lauded and mocked as ‘unique or queer.’
Texas is our corner of this world, this time, for better or worse
There’s a portrait of a Poet with defiant, siren eyes, promising lips
And a knowingness that one day it will be painted-over
As our poems, our ‘songs’ are our only bequest to attest to this life
A life full and insecure; adventures laced with postscripts
A patriot heart in the service of Eros and analysis
From each new year’s eve to birthday epistles
From eventide, repose and another great gettin’-up morning
The inspirations each day would cross our path with
That sparked commentary, introductions, seductions and prayers
A brain-child, born in the Spring, ready to hop the fence and go.
Music ‘spoke’ to our awakening youth and soothed discontent
Rocked the transition from uninvited words and hands
To ‘show me’ and ‘don’t tell me’ – get down tonight, get up together
You are my Poem, not my life; I am your unexpected treat – down boy.
Cut flowers die while memories live on in cherished moments
Fragments do not entice resurrections ongoing or provide stability
A beautiful snow on the landscape of youth
Will melt under the heat of living a life full-throttle
As reincarnation promises only more turmoil
And karma awaits an apology
While the devils are dancing and laughing
And Escape is on the fence looking both ways
At legacy, heritage, dreams, darkness and light.
Afterthoughts float across page after page:
A nocturne, a sedative to articulate or proclaim
A life bedecked with rich friendships
And ‘victory balls; ’ judgment days and ironic kismet
To rendezvous: the one before the last
The lust before the rush that's strong and fleeting
Footnotes to bring us full-circle; mourning’s and mornings
For one who doubted and one who should have stayed
Opportunities to renew after a night of release
Birthday Spring-songs of memories most fond
Pledges to one another; self-satisfaction surveys
All clocks stopped, all bets off, fantasy giving way to faith
Questions and answers, concerts of the senses, definitions
To James, for Jim, from Marvin to share with you.
Signs - Sounds - Meetings - Smiles - Hugs
Dialogue - Elevations: “Thank you, ” Thank you.
“Okay? ” Okay. From all of ‘me’ to you.
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