by Gregg Rowe
(for Paul, the last poem I wrote to him after my HIV+ diagnoses)
I lie in the dark
between blue satin sheets,
and wish for him
to come back and cuddle
like the grey cumulus clouds
as they drift to meet
a full October moon
preparing itself for November
I hug my goose-feather pillow,
sleepily gaze out my window
to watch the moon night scene
and think of him
I dreamily watch
a light blue feather
flutter,
flutter
to the floor
I drowsily think of
snow white icicles
formed from our first snowfall
melting
A fresh white wet blanket
covers my green-shingled roof
dripping
dripping
onto the green porch
around my house
As night sneaks in
icicles trickle
cool and sharp
they touch my head
as I walk out
I lie in the dark
Fresh memories
pick at my dreams
like the icicle tips
and the blue-stained sheets,
remain in the laundry
and we are alone
now
as we slip
into separate beds
between cool flannel sheets
Author notes
Written March 12th, 1986
In a list
A contest entry
- Love....with cool options?!? by boogp04.
300 points, ended November 30, 2004, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow, all your poems are so great... your an amazing writter. -
This says so much of how HIV effects peoples lives in so many ways. Love after the knowledge seems like a dream. This was frought with such melancholy....tears again. I am not sure why I stayed away from your writes for so long. I promise I will be a more regualr visitor. Such beauty hidden in such pain.
Blessed be
~~Serenity~~
Billie Jean -
This is a very touching poem..I really enjoyed reading it..thank you
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Beautifully penned and so lovely. No, we never do forget our first lovers. Since I married mine; I can't forget him. I will be reading more of your poems. I have heard such high praise from many on this site.
I would invite you to read my poem Rainy Day Girl and Reflections of Madness. I would like to know what you think.
Hugs,
Willow -
So very true - you never forget your first love. I feel the love in your words here, and the sadness at losing that love towards the end. I know I said once before I don't typically like homoerotica but you are such a talented writer, your words so beautifully conveying the emotions in your soul. (Very tastefully done, I might add.) I enjoy reading your work very much and look forward to new pieces.
Oh and by the way, I found my line for the cento...
between blue satin sheets
simple, yet it fits very well in the place I've found for it.
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This was beautiful. The imagery like: icicles trickle cool and sharp was breathtaking.
- ALLISSIA
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Another beautiful poem. I am going to check out more of your work. I love it so far. You are very descriptive. Great job and good luck in the contest.
~Tawnya~ -
They say you can never forget your first love, and it goes with no matter what sexuality your decide to feel comfortable with. He was my first male lover, and no matter what happened between us, I still fondly remember the days before they were darkened by him. Thanks Aimee for commenting. Hugs
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Gregg...
In reading this piece... you can feel the love that you once
had for Paul... or perhaps you still do. I loved the imagery you conveyed in this write. I saw those icicles you wrote of, the feather floating to the floor, the sheets.. yes the sheets.
Beautifully penned!! As I read down towards the bottom, I found a hint of sadness... the feeling of being alone, without
him... the sheets, put away, and life has changed. I enjoyed reading this piece... very very nice. Best of luck to you in the contest!!!!
~keep dreaming in ink~
~Aimee
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