Kevin M. Hibshman
Two Men
Making a home together.
Shredding boxes.
Loading the dishwasher.
Tending the cats.
Brothers in arms against a world gone mad with all of its petty injustices and larger problems.
You may spot them walking downtown where many colors and creeds congregate.
There is nothing particularly noticeable about them.
One a painter, the other a poet.
This is how they would wish to be remembered.
Doing what they must do to survive.
Weathering mistakes.
Counting pennies.
They can be churlish and kind.
Detached yet charming.
They are knotted in a tie that binds.
There is nothing alarming about their love.
In Love There Is No Time
During the move as we pushed against exhaustion,We found ourselves alone for several nights.
Our possessions had been carted off to the new place in a strange town.
I had made many tearful goodbyes to friends and allies I realized I might never see again.
I tried to ignore my fears and look upon the change as an adventure.
There had been weeks of planning and labor, so many phone calls.
I felt the tension of being torn between two homes, neither seeming real.
I sat on the stoop knowing the stars would follow me.
We reclined, spent on our grieving mattress, for it seemed to sense it was to be sacrificed.
We began to touch as we hadn't in a long time.
Intimacy flowed between us like a cool rushing spring.
Afterwards, we laughed.
You caressed my face, smoothed my hair back.
I drifted off to sleep, my heart pleased, my mind quieted.
We had never been out of love.
Proximity, babe
Simple restraint shining.A warmth that penetrates my skin.
Relaxed conversation.
Easy speech yet so much flavor in your choice of words.
Heady yet tasteful like a fine wine I long to drink in.
When my thoughts begin to stabilize, I look back upon our life,
unhurried, breathing contentment in slow, welcome breaths.
It was always good to have you near.
I need to feel those comforting moments hovering over me once again.
Falling Towards You
Recalcitrant wind.Rewind breaths.
Heavily lidded.
Leaning further with every step.
Levitating in the space and time between them.
My sense of balance always in question.
A hardening of otoliths?
I resent the amount of thought I must now exert to simply
Walk away.
Bio:
Kevin M. Hibshman has had his poetry, prose, reviews and collages published around the world.He has edited his own poetry journal, FEARLESS for the past thirty years. He has authored sixteen chapbooks, including Incessant Shining (2011, Alternating Current Press).His latest books: Cease To Destroy, Just Another Small Town Story , The Mirror Masks Nothing, and Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens both co-authored books with John Patrick Robbins published by Whiskey City Press, are now available on AMAZON.
