Dual Passions

Rush of solid silence
Flash of darkness
Suddenly made real
By the heavy forward motion
Whipped back while breaking
Sounds, only an after effect
All sensed and barely forgotten
During the circling replays

Just yesterday… was it yesterday?

Twenty-four hours ago
Standing quietly, hugging
Unwanted tears lean to fall
As lonely anguish threatens
Mental cries for solace, unheard
Wondering what knight will appear
Knowing that none would
Even as desires for just one friend lingers

Just yesterday… was it yesterday?
Moronic idiot with no excuse
Recklessly tried gravity’s limits
Flew headlong towards “Wrong Way”
Made the wrong type of impact
And paid for the fatal slip

A cycle of night later
Elbows on the glass counter
Filled with that familiar wonder
Lightness of mental interest
Entangled with physical “ooh, mmmm”
Playful smile easily flirt
Sarcastic banter flows back and forth
A moment of breath held-
“….is he the one?”

Just yesterday… was it yesterday?

Bright red, white lights barricade
Three train-like vehicles on demand
Questions fired, “When? How? When?”
Internal struggles against vomiting
Answered pass the lump in between
Finally secured down, rocked along
Taken to be checked whether whole

Light of the second dawn past
Blankets the store, we hang out
Unwilling to end the night of fun
Joking, talking, staring awelike
Out of the corner of brown eyes
Reveling in the spark of Eros
Yet not willing to call it love
No question other than “…is he…”

One after the other
Two explosive memories bond
Dual passions in extreme opposites
Forever lie side by side
A night full of haunting anguish
Balanced by a night full of whole joy
These many days later
Days into a new year
Still begs answer, “…is he the one?”