Samuel L Jackson in Chinatown

Channing, Samuel L. Jackson remembers us....
i cant remember how long ago the goon meet was.
did you know that he was a vietnam vet?
his wife died of breast cancer and he's 52 yrs old.

ironic things said tonight,
"this has been real"
"indubitably"

i am missing a certain somebody immensely at this moment.
one could say it's the slowwwwwww coals of love.
he lit the fire, kindled the wood and tended to it when it was necessary.
Chad was told that this man was the only man i feel so strongly
about atm that i would slap Him in the face if need be.
whether we are near or far it's the same. i love Him the same
and this is freedom. i will never love another person at the cost
of me.

He Ate from My Plate

our first encounter,
i ate from His bowl a
white porcelain moon half
served with spaghetti not very well
made or fashioned because
we were too busy pointing out constellations.
He stopped time for me.
rooms to be introduced,
photographs to be explained.
a test, for sure, he walked around; without a shirt
He traced his tattoo, poke poke hip to back.
Moo Oleo: Regeneration, Growth and Reality;
i brought to him my brightest stars in return.

He lined a plate with olive oil,
salt and pepper to taste
for some meat.
Cosmos made with his pointer and middle finger--
i turned away in embarrassment.
He wouldn't eat with me,
and he didn't dare touch me.
Clever seduction.

Our second encounter,
He ate from my plate,
the onolicious poi and meat i had left half
eaten and only because i offered these scraps to him.
fire water in warm bellies,
chili oil on well seasoned lamb.
he offered these things to me,
and i took it willingly.

it wasn't in the kiss,
it wasn't his material but it was in the first bite.
Canines into oatmeal chocolate cookie,
He is something to be felt not understood.
He had approached me
with reverence, looking for forgiveness
and i gave it to him we both knowing that i do not forgive
and i do not give my time so freely.

will continue this later when i have attention span...