AND FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

AS MY EYES LIDS WOULDN’T PEEL BACK FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T OPEN DOORS FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T KISS
YOUR ROSE PINK LIPS
QUICK ENOUGH
WHEN I AWOKE,TO UNTIE OUR TWO HIPS,
BEFORE YOU’D LET ME KNOW,
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
THAT I HAD APPARENTLY FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.

SURE NOW I MISS YOU,
BUT I FEARED THE CLOUDED SKIES WHERE WE FLEW.

OUR SELF-INDULGENT AND INNOCENT START IS SO FAR OUT OF VIEW,
LIKE BIRTH
TO A CROOKED BACK, GREY HAIRED, BLIND GRAND DAD,
AND DEATH
TO A JUST BORN STILL ATTACHED AT THE UMBILICAL CORD INFANT.
STILL I TRY TO CONCEIVE
THE SILLY SMILES WE GAVE,
THE LAUGHTER WE MADE,
AND IF THEY HAVE BEEN MASKED?
WERE OUR STRUGGLES SO GRAVE?

NOW WHAT, WILL I MOURN?

I KNOW (BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT ME) TO SOAR ABOVE THE TORRENTIAL RAIN,
WITHOUT PAIN, LIKE A CONDOR HIGH ABOVE,
I SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN A SKEPTIC,
THEREFORE DAMMED HAS BEEN OUR LOVE.
OUR RAPIDS THAT RUSHED
WERE TAMED TO A TRICKLE.

DREADING THE MOMENTS WHEN
I TO YOU WAS FICKLE.

WONDER WHY YOUR THOUGHTS WERE THOUGHT,
AND WHY MINE WEREN’T YOURS.
AND WHY
FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.