Love (Version #12)
I’ve never seen it
I’ve never known it
But I know you are in it
And I know you believe in it
So,
You and yours,
Give me hope
That one day,
Perhaps I’ll be in Love
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.17.17:12:59@1515NewYorkCity
Don’t Wait Up For Me
How long has it been?
Operator, please put the phone call through
Haven’t heard your beautiful voice in days
Wish I could be with you for eternity
Your positives and negatives
I just won’t get over it
I just won’t get into the swing with you
How long has it been?
I’ll send you an SOS signal and see if you receive it
Follow me and not get wed or committed
Wish I could share unique languages with you
That can only be understood between you and I
Stay up late with me and ignore me when I’m not me
Wake up early with me for flights to foreign escapes
It’s been forever
Our lines are dead; they never were.
I think of you night and day.
Time is passing.
How long has it been?
Briefly we spoke together at the open table
Discovered hidden truth
Wish I could be among your spot of blue and loneliness
Above ground and below the earth’s lie
Kiss your cheek under the setting sun
And laugh with intelligent curves
How long has it been?
I saw your warm body everyday among my cold sheets
Even met those you care for
Wish you could be my lover’s tongue
That slips in and out of my conscious memory
Run with me to conquer this fairy-tale
Let’s whisper secrets of passion
It’s been forever
I’m closing the door.
Going for a lengthy walk to the end.
There is nothing around but the left over scent of your sexuality.
How long has it been?
Moments could have lasted if we didn’t read ourselves incorrectly
Seen the importance of one another
Wish I could have that rough sensual fornication we share
On those lost rainy nights
Gone blooming like a flower today
Became a perceptual subliminal person today
Don’t wait up long for me,
I’m not coming home tonight.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.15.16:58:21@1515NYC
Can’t Wait
I can’t wait to take you to the park to play catch.
I can’t wait to take you to the circus.
I can’t wait to take you on the Circle Line boat around Manhattan.
I can’t wait to take you to the Museum of Natural History.
I can’t wait to take you to see the Egyptian art.
I can’t wait to take you to the top of the Empire State Building.
I can’t wait to just be with you on a sunny spring day.
I can’t wait to build a snow man with you and have hot chocolate.
I can’t wait to startup your Matchbox Car collection.
I can’t wait to color outside the lines with you.
I can’t wait for all these wonderful things
All these wonderful times
You and I will have together
Because you are my nephew
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.08.23:50:46 @ 296 NYC
You’re old trash now.
You’re trash.
You’re junk.
You’re trash of the sea.
You’re an animal carcass.
You’re a car crash.
You’re space spunk.
You’re shaven facial hair.
You’re a cracked mirror.
You’re zero in a bag.
You’re disposed of.
You’re leftover goods.
You’re last night’s one night stand.
You’re a lie.
You’re rusty nails on a children’s swing set.
You’re not defined.
You’re an expired carton of milk.
You’re dead beat.
You’re boiled water.
You’re unsexual.
You’re not really here.
You’re spit from a retired judge.
You’re junky.
You’re used bacteria.
You’re a monkey.
You’re crumbly eyeballs.
You’re shit blood.
You’re stinky girl’s panties.
You’re a dog’s wet balls.
You’re sweat between toes.
You’re nothing I ever wanted to know.
You’re garbage in the backyard.
You’re old trash now.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.28.02:56:26 @ 296 NYC
Perfume (Version #2)
Why won’t you at least
tell me the name of the perfume
you wear!?
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.15.04:00:00 @ 296NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #3)
Riding on the subway
Your blue eyes made me melt
And I saw you for the rest of the day
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.05.09:50:00 @ FTRAIN Bway Lafayette -> Times Sq NYC
The Game Of Love
There are no rules
To the game of love
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.03.03:03:03@296 NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #2)
You are a secret
I’ve seen you before
At least I thought I had
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.01.16:20:00 @ 296NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World
She is not by my side
But I sleep with her nightly
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.27.12:27:27 @ 296NYC
Tenth Of May
On the Tenth Of May
My proceedings will come to a halt
I’ll be coming out
And magnifying my electricity I share with you all
I’ll take a bow and finish my acting
Be aware
On the Tenth Of May
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.17.16:59:47@1515NYC
Valentine’s Day
Didn’t pull the trigger
Because I know you are breathing
Just around the corner
Just not in my bed, under these cold warm sheets....
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.14.12:15:55 @ 296NYC
Valentine’s Day
Hijacked Love
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She cried when I cried
She laughed when I laughed
Her body quivered when I made love to her
Her lips softened when I kissed her
She promised me something divine
She promised me something real
Her eyes spoke to me as I gazed
Her ears listened as I whispered
She dreamed when I was alive in her arms
She breathed deeply when I hugged
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She embraced me in the evening
She woke up next to me in the morning light
Her soft skin was always next to mine
Her curves surrounding my innocence
She was music to my heart
She was everything peaceful
Her thoughts were shared with mine
Her energy flowed through me
She was only a memory
She was only a short fantasy
© 2002 David Greg Harth
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Closed (Version #2)
It’s closed
It’s shut
It’s no longer open
It’s no longer wide
It’s closed down
Retired
Put on the shelf
Nothing left
Zero
Nothing here
Gone
Closed
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.09.12:57:34 @ 296 NYC
Love (Version #11)
In that bed of white
I want to lay beside you
And read you my poetry all night
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.02.12:57:22@296NYC
Embrace
I would have the bathtub ready for you
Just after you arrive home from work
Filled with hot soothing water
The surface draped in beautiful flower petals
Light from candles warm up the room to a golden hue
My smile can conquer any of the day’s sadness
With my hands I guide you to the scent of blossoms
Slowly I disrobe you and caress your soft ivory skin
Gently you submerge deeply into the hot bath
Mystical music is playing in the surroundings
We talk and laugh and smile
Exchange the warmness that surpasses the heat of the flames
I rub your wet back with my strong hands
Run my fingers through your silky hair and wash the beauty clean
Give you a delicate kiss on your sweet lips
I depart the bathroom for you to relax
As I prepare dinner for two
With the freshest of ingredients
Cooked to the perfection of your taste
Glasses of wine now await your re-entry
We have a lovely meal and a treat for dessert
Share stories of the past and dreams of the future
Have stimulating and inspirational conversation
Feeling connected during this moment caught in time
I lead you to the bedroom to have our own symphony
...
After the hours of love-making
The kisses to your lips
The traces of my tongue around your ear
The kisses to your inner thigh
The traces of my finger around the contour of your body
The kisses to your nipples
The traces of my scents intertwining with yours
The kisses to your back
The traces of my finger upon your navel
After all the kissing and tracing and love-making
We sleep together, in an embrace.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.02.02:02:02 @ 296 New York City