Untitled 1989

I do understand
That wistful yearning
that falls across one -
As the sun sinks below the earth
And the crickets sing and hum a lover's tune
In the soft warm breezes of the month of June.

I know how the hunger rides warm swells
Closer and closer, in no even rhythm
Breaking waves upon ones' soul
In uneven moments.

How, of a sudden,
Like the hammer of a heartbeat,
You feel you can no longer bear
to be alone.
Even a brief moment --
A deep yearning to be held in anothers' arms.

To be,
to learn, to explore together
To have with you a friend
which whom you can unveil
your eyes for a time
and forget all else.

As the sun sinks below the earth
And the insects hum their tune
In the soft warm breezes
Of the month of June.
06/1989

Untitled 1989

I tried to weed through my box again --
Foolish girl!
I should have known
It's to that box that all my past
has developed wings and flown.

Must paper
long-dried ink
programs, flowers
a can from which Jeff drank.

Poems --
some foolish, childish young dreams,
Quotations from Shakespeare
diaries cracked at the seams.

I can look on my notes, passed
quickly in class
Some left in my locker from Steven
en masse.

A hair piece dried from the Oktoberfest,
Some bubblegum given at camp on request.
It's my life I've got stored away in that box --
if I threw it away, then something'd be lost.

When I look there I get carried back deep in time
to the pains and the joys,
thoughts that went through my mind.
I need the reminders sometimes you see,
That somewhere inside of me
I am still me.
06/1989