the passion, the intensity, the insanity ! ! !
I've been blessed to have been transfixed by Cupid's
arching darts a number of
times--each time absolutely unique and every
time mellifluously the same.
Hereafter follow five samples of my love poetics:
One of the earliest poems, maybe the third or fourth I wrote,
was inspired by an actress I had an affair with the summer of
1966 after I flunked out of my first grad school and before I
went on active duty with the Army. Her name was Sheila and
I never saw or had any other contact with her again, but I'll
always have this poem, and yes, though not rocking yet and
not as yet too wrinkled, I do still smile as I savor the memory
of her long, lean legs wrapped 'round me and the heat of her
tongue probing mine.
This poem written during that same summer was more
inspired by the memory (a major theme of my writing) of
another lost unrequited love from high school.
Sara is today as lovely and appealing to me as she was last
year and as she was when we first fell passionately in
love--again . . .
Here's a suggestive early work very much influenced by my
love of ee cummings poetry.
This poem depicts an encounter with a lady of the evening,
Jackie Larn, who I met on my last full day and night in Hong
Kong where I went on R&R--thank the fates I met her on my
last night instead of my first night or I might very well have
gone AWOL and be among the MIA.