Malcolm James Furst

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Moments for Katherine

With only moments to live,

how would my day be different?

With only myself to give,

would you open your arms

and live for the moments?

Sweet, sweet Katherine,

sweet and tender,

don’t think about tomorrow.

Spread your arms

and legs

and heart

and soul

and envelop me

as if you’re trying to take it all in,

take me all in.

I Hope You Didn’t Mean It

I wanted to call you tonight,
to hear your voice low in my ear
one           last           time,
to feel your voice grip me from afar,
but I believed you when
you told me never to call again.
You may not have meant it.
When you said
“It’s over. Leave me in peace,”
you may have meant
“I love you,
and I need you to call me to prove your love,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it,
because I believed you.
I hope you didn’t mean it,
because I still love you.

Our fear of loving each other isn’t fear at all.
It’s all the miles and years between us
and a little bit of reason pretending to be fear,
but what place does reason have in love.

I wanted to touch you tonight,
to feel your lips on my lips,
your tongue on my ear,
your teeth on my chest,
your nails on my back,
and your hands where I dare not mention,
but I believed you when
you told me that you had found another.
You may not have meant it.
You may have been making excuses.
You may have meant
“If you love me, fight for me,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it.
My god, I hope you didn’t mean it.

There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.

With luck, the next love will never end.

From Afar

You,
across the room
with your long black hair
and your hips for holding onto,
I wish I’d remembered my glasses
so I could admire you in greater detail.

Sex with you

Sex with you was a majestic awakening,
and we were like two shipwrecked souls
clinging to each other like life preservers
while rolling on the waves of mother ocean,
except that you were mother ocean.
The edge of you and the bed blurred,
and it was as if I were fucking the whole world around me.
Oh, that feeling of oneness and connection with the divine
was timeless and magical.

With a touch,
you awakened me,
Shiva,
and with every kiss,
every stroke,
every beat of our hearts,
every ounce of pressed passion,
we willed worlds into existence
and willed them out again.

And it was so easy to bring life to this world
and to destroy it with little more than
intention and focused thought.
When you channeled her,
I knew.
I knew all.
And I knew that knowing would damn me,
would spoil me for others,
at least until I found a woman who could let go of herself
in the throes of passion
and cling to me like a life preserver.

Honey

When I think about you
pushing me down
and grinning
like the devil,

When I recall your fingertips
on my side
and the way
they made me shiver,

When I remember
the warmth
of your whispers
in my ear,

And when I ache
from lust
or love
or both,

I know I have found something worth holding onto.
Something worth strapping down,
drizzling with honey,
and holding onto.

Open Wide

With my eyes open wide,
I adore you.

With my arms open wide,
I embrace you.

With my mouth open wide,
I kiss you.

With my heart open wide,
I love you.

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