I Write

I Write

why do I write?

why do any of us write, really?

is it because we feel

we have great things to say?

is pomposity what instigates

our words to grace the page?

is catharsis our game?

for you, I cannot say

but as for me, writing quiets me

it stills the turmoil in my breast

on nights I wake

with thoughts awhirl

swirling incessantly

it is my Valium

my Librium

our dreams are a delicious mix

of fantasy and reality -

a cocktail of what we are

and wish to be

that place we take it on the lam

from all in life that constrains us -

keeps us chained in our place

(whatever that may be)

what pleases or pains us

what we dread or crave -

all the grist of dreams

but when awake, this same stew,

this heady brew's too nebulous to bear

awake, we need answers - solutions -

clarity

so I write my dreams - my fantasies -

my fears upon the page

to separate my loves from my life

to clarify what is real

and what is not

I do not write to please you

I write to understand myself

for when I do -

I can cope

I write often of guiltless pleasure

of love and lust

and all that entails

the exotic and the erotic

the dainties men and woman share...or should

my musings fueled with desire and empathy

bolstered with experience

adorned with wishes and whimsy

and more than just a splash of glee

because that is me

face to face, you need not fear

an unwelcome advance

unless, of course, you wish it

for I am a gentle man

imbued with an innate ability

to see behind your mask

I'm a feeler

I'd love to touch

your heart - your soul...

perhaps, your skin

that is why I write my dreams

upon the page

said once, now twice

I do not write for you

I write for me

a scribe for the beast in me that loves

and if you read and love the words I write

then for whatever time it takes to take them in

we share my dream

and if pleasure fills you to the brim

then it's my pleasure lent

some cower in the corner

afraid to face the day

numbed from reality

by whatever numbs them most

I’ve been in that hopeless place

chained by my own fears

but I have things to do -

places to go - people to see -

my life is today

to live it, I must be free

and that is why

I write