I Will Tell You These Secrets

Your touch

is a

soothing

caress

and when

we touch

my heart

beats within

your chest.

I think of you

each morning,

I look for you

each night,

I remember

your embrace

and savor the

memory of my

delight.

How can I express

the power

of my gratitude?

To hold you,

to know that

I am safe,

sheltered from

the pain

of these

memories

that

consume

me.

I look into

your eyes

and see

that you are

not

afraid.

I can never

repay you

for the wonder

you bring,

but I can tell

you these secrets:

you kiss my lips and open my heart

you touch me and awaken my body

you gaze into my eyes and heal

my soul,

and when you hold me,

I am complete.

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2019

 

I first posted ‘I Will Tell You These Secrets in August 2016 as an experiment in
the use of VR and video to stage a performance.  As I review the video I can
see what works but I think it lacks maturity.

I’ve revised the poem and re-posted it because it is a heartfelt expression of
love and gratitude.

In the interests of transparency I’ve left the video as part of the post.

What do you think?

 

 

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope yours is warm and safe.

Rob Goldstein

Market Street at 3AM

Market Street at 3AM

Two quarts and a five,

splashes of

of

yellow & red,

glass shatters,

a speed freak
on crutches,

and the barefoot
drag queen

shouts

KA-POW!

“EEZEEE STORAGE”

“immediate move in”

You can Fail but you can’t Flop

as the last drunk

staggers onto the bus.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2018

revised June 13, 2018

“Speak In Tongues”

from James Writes

James Writes

I ain’t ever speak in tongues, but I know the Holy Spirit’s out there.

I ain’t ever seen the light, but I’m sure there’s a place up there I’m not allowed into.

I ain’t ever see eye-to-eye with God, but I’m pretty sure He’s laughing at my naivety.

I ain’t ever seen the Devil, but I’m sure he’s constantly seeing me.

I ain’t ever seen fire and brimstone, but I’m sure it’ll be the first thing I see when my eyes finally don’t open.

I ain’t ever really gotten along with my family, but I know they’re here for me.

I ain’t ever been loved, but I’m sure people will claim they love me.

I ain’t ever really feel comfortable around friends, but I’ll keep pretending like I do.

I ain’t ever really give a fuck about myself, but I’m sure I’ll learn how to.

I ain’t ever miss that…

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He Said, He Said

He called as he usually did, his voice sexy and deep, not hysterical, which
he can sometimes get when something’s on his mind, something I have to
ferret out, burying my muzzle in the shit of his psyche.

He said we couldn’t have dinner, that he was broke and, ‘some people have
to work,’ implying something about my life.

He said that I was fine, but, ‘a little too much’ and wondered if I wouldn’t
be happier with someone ‘more complex, more my ‘speed.’

And I said no! No! Simplicity is my goal, what can I be?  What would you
like me to be?

“Nothing.” he said, and hung up.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1986-2017 All Rights Reserved

He Said, He Said

Excerpt from a poetry reading with Harold Norse, 1986.