Where have you gone

into the thick of the night
into the forest as green and envious as money
paper bills fluttering, buttered
by the sighs and flatteries of young boys,
your thumping throes...
it seems like years since
we've enjoyed a beer
kissed or loved each other since
calm under the moon
enjoying the balm of breeze-tressed weather...
i had a Mai Tai and spoke of Hong Kong
boats floating, dreaming under stars...
how many they are and how
i loved you with a love that was more than love,
agape and philos
meet in sacrifice, and you
you thought me much too gentle
and you, much too furious at your father
holding your breath in with sarcasm
SO WE LIVE IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD,
did you expect God to come down
and acknowledge your righteous anger?

It has been years, so many
i refuse to count them,
i refuse because it is much too much to forget,
it is better to run away...
into the clouds.