Reflections: A Poetry Collection: True Desire

"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Saturday, January 10, 1998

True Desire

I want you to hold me.
Let me rest in your arms;
rest my head on your chest,
absorbing your warmth.

You've relit my flame.
There burns inside a hope
that passion will flare,
not smother in smoke.

You first seized my stomach;
excitement making me twinge;
challenged my mind
and thus, it begins...

My heart is alive.
I can feel such intrigue,
and while I'm drawn to you so intensely,
you seem in my league.

You have both depth and humor;
appreciate music and art;
enjoy having fun in life,
but also are smart;

That excites me deep inside;
restores my faith
in a chance for love
before hitting the grave.

I believe you could be the one
with whom I might finally share passion.
I quiver at the thought
of such satisfaction.

I want to kiss you gently
and embrace you tightly;
feel you breathing
ever so lightly;

Oh, please say I'll get the chance,
for I would give to you too.
A glimpse of romance
leaves me dreaming of you.

January 10, 1998

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