By Charles Robert Lindholm
life before you
I was six when you were born
growing up in different parts of the country
tender shoots in springtime
no way of knowing we’d ever meet
becoming friends
looking forward to spending time together
talking, going places, learning to care
becoming lovers
sharing the intimacy of our bodies and souls
bonding together in the rush of oneness Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
dancing to the music
you always lead
you call the tune
I always pay
dancing to the music
partners in fantasy Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she wants to keep the key
it seems rather strange
since she’s left
the city
the state
and me
she needed to distance me
with time
with miles
with an affair Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 