GraciouslyA Poem by Pearce CameronFor K, my old friend and lover, and for P, who forgave me.
In a time when I
carried a pain and guilt far past my living age, you appeared. Full of wonder and whimsy and life force uplifting, you brought healing anew, the most wonderful young pixie! And how I arose with freshly drawn strength, falling deeply in love in a world of music and painting and laughter and sleeping late. How you filled me with fantastic fire, something to live for, and a thrumming desire. And O, how I had you, and how you had me, graciously. Each minute of you that I took for my own was a minute I stole,for you were akin of another. Each gulp of you that so deeply I drank in a lustious haze was a gulp that I stole from the mouth of my own brother. But I too got mine As I would find in good time you would leave me as you left him. When I found you with the kiss of new love upon your lips, you were as innocent as a child who just cannot stay focused for the fullness of a novel. I knew that the love of this world for you was bigger than me. And I let you pass, graciously. © 2018 Pearce Cameron |
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