Kaki

…and he was told of an exotic fruit
the persimmons from the far east
Kaki
said to be the finest of it’s kind
when completely ripened, a most delectable feast
thus began his odyssey

…with it’s soft, smooth texture etched in his mind
 he set out to find the nearest Tanenashi
subtle in appearance, bold in flavor
best consumed when peeled and thinly sliced
the sweetness from it’s juices only the heavens could bequeath
his tongue pulsates with anticipation of his bite into divinity

…time for making a selection and only perfection will he choose
slowly and deliberately his perusal
finally within his grasp, at last,  the one he shall savor
so firm, so impeccable, most enticing
unspeakable euphoria while indulging in this orgasmic revelry
as it’s silky libations practically drops him to his knees

bowing with reverence
"konnani oishii kudamonowo arigatou"

Rory


©rj2010/11

 images of Izumi K used by permission
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Remnants

admittedly it was a struggle to write this
I figured that any way I would try to shape these words I feel
they would be expressions you have already known
be they blissful or wistful
you would recognize my tone
still, even though we’ve  been apart for a while
each time in the quiet of my own, when I think of you
there can only be a smile
I just loved how on every level we connected
you have me fascinated with your intellect
the way you candidly express yourself
your open-mindedness
not to mention your body
I can’t describe how it feels when you’re next to me
it pains me to be not exactly sure what went wrong
just know that my heart is where you are
…and my love for you remains

I’ve begun this letter a few times 

even considered not answering 

are men really so dumb or is it just you 

how could you not know how you hurt me that night 

a silly quarrel over nothing, maybe 

but you were so offhand 

it hurt me so 

O I didn’t know you that night 

and when we said goodbye the door slammed too hard 

for there to be any mistake 

and now you say you’re not sure what went wrong 

but you miss me and love me 

so cavalier 

do you know how you left me 

when you closed that door
the shards of my heart fallen crisply at my feet 

so your heart is where I am 

funny I don’t see a thing 

are you certain that your love remains 

or is your love merely remains?

certainly you remember that if you were to ask
I would have done anything
that if ever you whispered my name into a soft wind
I would drop everything
…and to you I would come running
providing your comfort, protecting your emotions
giving you all that resides within me
such as a man should do
that night was a mistake inside my head
now I have come to realize that..
each moment living without you, I dread
missing when it was that we would stare into each others' eyes
seemingly without end
it is my hope that you would want to share this with me again
I believe that our love deserves a second chance
instead of becoming just a remnant of our pasts
come to me, that our love may advance, loving each other infinitely

O I love you I love you I love you so
desolate, dry, in disrepair is my life’s landscape with you not there
I know how you feel, I know you speak true
I was playing games
I simply didn’t want to make it too easy for you
I wanted you to be wounded as badly as I
but now that I see that you were it only hurts more
O I love you I love you I love you so
I don’t want this to be a second chance
our love’s bond was never broken
let this be known, simply, as our love
then, now and always
no second chances
just we two
together still
together always
as we must be



Rory & Leeza


©rj2011
Leeza 02/23/11

A Juxtaposing

tired really, of the ego insistence on
always finding it necessary to talk over me
knowing more of everything, about everything
anywhere from, this life being a test from God/Satan
…to the best way to shine your shoes
just get in line, be patient and pay your dues
that placating tale so often told
teased, tempted, tested
frowned upon when I laughed
laughed at when I frowned
anger was something I was not supposed to feel
so numerous times I questioned why it was…
…quite often being projected upon me
Silence became a vital survival mechanism
although I listened, honestly I didn’t hear
I just couldn't get with its philosophical shammer
you know what I’m talking about right

that attention seeking, always running their mouth,
always in your face, always coming at you
loudest mother fucker in the room
it was from this person (these persons) I ascertained
the more one talks, the more one really doesn’t know…
…what they are talking about
tell them that and of course their world will shatter
now the difference is, they walk around projecting their guilt

and when you ask them what could the matter?
seems so strange…
…that somehow it turns out that I have hurt them
this by speaking a truth and desiring an even exchange

Rory


©rj2011

Ideation

I’ve always loved hard
making what seemed only to be...
mistakes…to the point of…
questioning my faith
(a result of that which was chosen for me)

constantly greeted with scorn
surrounded by those hell bent on
tooting their own horn
the thought of redemption
long ago forgone
(due to choices made in rebellion)

this, a life forlorn
torn up inside
not sure how love allowed me
to survive and continue on
certainly the hurt would desist
were I in a stasis
(that is, if had my choice…)


Rory


©rj2011