Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Mon Petite Shumai

Mon Petite Shumai

Of the meals we've had,
those with Shumai and your in-
evitable smile 

Make me smile and feel
warm through the deep of my soul.
tasty shrimp dumplings

Memories strung to-
gether and dripping with sweet
spicy mustard cut 

To the heart of how
I know us, somehow early
still in our meal and wetted 

for more. A fourteen
Year appetizer and al-
ways hungry for more

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Valentines Day 2012

I dream to tease and tug on the
Oiled skin of your feet and
Slowly move up your calves
And behind your knee and

Then to the rolling of your 
Thigh and higher on both
Legs past your ass and onto
The small and then middle back

And then shoulders and arms
And fingers and hands and finally
Your neck and head with
Tension in me building and

In you receding far enough
To allow a different and better
Tension to come and warm
you and from there a short 

twist of your torso and we
are face-to-face, me staring
down at you wondering at the
mystery of you and where 

and how I can find you and 
bring you out so that the 
two of us can meet with our
souls fully entwined and 

exposed to the comfort and
need of the other. It is 
the act of drawing the you
out of you that obsesses

me, that keeps me awake 
at night dreaming of your
nakedness and imagining 
the what might-bes 

Sunday, October 16, 2011

For Suzanne on our thirteenth

For Suzanne on our thirteenth

When we first walked side by side
Through the Boston Commons, you
On your way to a concert,
Me on my way to the sea,

And even though we'd only
Just met, I knew there was
More to us than a stroll on
A late summer afternoon,

Or rather I thought there
Could be more, but how could
I know how much and how far
We would come, all the way

To here, thirteen years after
Having stood sweating and terrified
And elated and thrilled right
Through with the thought of you.

And how could either of us known
On that day how the whorls of
Life would take us to today,
Three boys and wonderful chaos

And all of it born in the
Setting hook of one conversation
In the spark of something long
And sustaining and warming to

The core. No flash in the pan
Us. No, somehow we must have
Known then what we could be,
What we are now. Together we

Are more than I have ever dreamt
Of, and you, my ever-love, with
Your smile and the light of you,
The embodiment of the promise

Of that first conversation.
Who knew exploratory tendrils of
Small talk could change the course
Of a man's heart irrevocably and

So much for the better.

Love,
Todd