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A New poem from Texas' Poet, John J. Rigo.  Picture courtesy of Google image search

A New poem from Texas’ Poet, John J. Rigo. Picture courtesy of Google image search

I watch you sleeping.
You are resting peacefully.
My thoughts turn to our time together.
I cannot imagine the last twenty-five years without you.
My heart is filled with such love for you.
In wanting to tell you how deep and true
my love for you really is……….
my heart is filled with
even more love for you……..
Tears fill my heart.
There are no words.
Just a smile
as you awake.

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What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold hard terms.
My life seems about things.
Things stack
things store away
a room full of things.
A bank acoount with growing numbers
but it seems
it is all about the balances.
I look into the mirror because they say
“Mirrors never lie”
What I see
is not
what I am.
I am like unto the spirit of youth
locked in a dark gray cell
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror
with sweat dripping down my face.
I am still puzzled by the face
that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out,
“See me, see me
I am not dead!” 
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life
seemingly untouched by the sounds of laughter from my past.
The smells of loving sweat
the memory of gentle lips touching
the back of my neck.
I feel like my body
no longer remembers the joys of passion.
Yesterday I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things
but important things
that let the gift of beauty
be shared by one
such as me
hungry for their taste. 
The gentle curve to a neck
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material on a full soft breast
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movements.
Eyes with a color of the lightest blue
with mystery whirling within their depths
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
I heard that voice within me cry out
“See me, see me, I am not death, but alive!
Hear my cry
feel my need
I am alive!”
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared
upon our departure.
Two ships passing on a huge ocean
with a wave of the hand
toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?


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