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"bennie's bridge"
photography by bennie
digitally enhanced by
doreen peri

sunday forever mornings

i see it on your face. it doesn't matter, really,
what anybody wants. It's about what people
want togive.do you? do you? something i very
muchappreciate. I do. i do express my needs.
I needweekend mornings one day a week. i feel
i ask for much.please come to me, a sonata,
a minuet, yourhands on my skin.dreams are young
heaven claimedand i can name the day. let me touch
you, love you,lustered, but when chopin wakes me
up slowly, every ten minutes, a sonata, a minuet,
your hands on my skin, our eyes entwined, i am calmed.
i give you me. i want to give you moments of forever.
please forgivemy tearful joy. you take my breath away,
make myheart soar. i want you now more than ever.
now morethan forever. i want you now. forever in
a moment.i want to give you moments of forever.
please forgivemy tearful joy. you take my breath
away, make my heart soar. i want you now more
than ever. now more than forever. i want you now.

forever in a moment.
i have lost. i love you. your hands on my skin,
our eyes entwined, i am calmed, heaven claimed
and i can name the day my own and ours. a sonata,
a minuet, your hands on my skin, i'm here in the
next roomtell me. you can't promise me tomorrow,
it's one day at a time, changed since you told me
in poetry and in letters you wanted my hand. heaven
claimed and i can name the day i know you want to.
i want to, too. i want to, too. i never have believed in
my heart. we need time. quiet time. tender time.
everybody needs their space, heaven claimed and
i can name the day my own and ours.
i can give myself better
to you when the day is greeted with i'm no longer
young but dreams are young and maybe we're
at the beginning of a sonata, a minuet,
your hands on my skin,

and maybe we can awaken
slowly, heaven claimed, and i can name
the day to enjoy the forever of a sunday
morning embrace. i ask for too much.
you have now left my side to claim your
space in the attic. please forgive my longing.
i want you near me so i can give
myself to you. i want to give you
moments of forever.

In the room. privately. i have lost forever,
what I thought i understood, but what changed?
You sit on the side of the bed with me and
listen to me tell you about hopes, dreams,
wishes, nodding, as if as if as if, your hands
on my skin, our eyes entwined
your hands on my skin, our eyes entwined.
let me touch you, love you, understand
about forever, what I thought i understood,
but what changed?

i ask too much to ask for sunday mornings
lustered, but when chopin wakes me up slowly,
every ten minutes, a sonata, a minuet, your
hands on my skin, our eyes entwined,
i am calmed. something means a great
deal to me. dreams are young much
appreciated. I do express my needs.
I need a weekend morning privately. privately.
You and i, alone. yet my voice is whiney.
i see it on your face. it doesn't matter,
really, what anybody wants.
can i give you a massage?

can i arise while you read and bring you
back breakfast? can we enjoy a warm shower
together, sudsing each other's skin with
our hands? the bathroom isn't perfect.
neither am i. the bed may not be as solid
as it was years ago when it was new. maybe
the sheets need washing. i give you me. i give you me.
then tell me you can't promise
me tomorrow, it's one day at a time,

then tell me. you can't promise me tomorrow,
it's one day at a time. i love you when chopin
wakes me up slowly, every ten minutes,
a sonata, a minuet, your hands on my skin,
our eyes entwined. i am calmed, heaven claimed
and i can name the day my own and ours.
i can give myself better to you when the day
is greeted with peace and tender moments.

i'm getting older. much has failed.
i have lost too many years to worthlessness.
something means a great deal to me in the room.
privately. i'm here in the next room.
be still and enamored with the moment which
is always.

when the alarm doesn't go off
and i know i'm late and i have to jump
up quick and take the day, i get
irritated and anxious and flustered.
i have lost too many years to worthlessness.
i ask too much to ask for sunday mornings greeted
with peace and tender moments. i'm getting older.
much has failed. i have lost too many years
to worthlessness. all we have are moments.
do i ask too much to ask for sunday mornings.
i want to give you moments of forever.

In the room. privately.
please forgive my tearful joy.
you take my breath away,
make my heart soar. i want you now
more than ever.
now more than forever.
i want you now.
forever in a moment.


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