Gertrude and Alice

Open your baby blues

And see what lies in front of you

Art far more beautiful

Than in your dreams you view

Greens and blacks

Periods of blue

Deep red of rose

In a crimson hue

If you look close enough

It may be possible to see

A hint of Pablo Picasso

Or of Salvador Dali

Looking closer still

Beyond the paint

And on through time

You'll see that in each picture

There is love in every line

In every line of prose

And each poem that I write

I infer all my love for you

And what my life is like

Now that my days

Are spent with you

And I can see your face

My words can now reach further

Than the bounds of time and space

Sweet and gentle caretaker

Of my body, heart and soul

In you I've found a warmth

That bears the bitter cold

Through all we do together

And the secrets that we share

We show our true compassion

And ability to care

I've found a love

That's more than love

A love that will go on

Long after all remembrances

Of me are surely gone

My lovely rose

My red, red rose

So beautiful in hue

We'll change the world with passion

From us they'll take their cue

The Psychological Answer to What’s Wrong with Me

Erik Erikson's stages of identity formation offer some insight into the problems of identity formation or psychosexual development.[11] In adolescence, a child may be concerned with how he appears to others, compared to how he feels about himself. That is, his social identity and personal or ego identity may seem at odds. In this stage, there is a danger of "role diffusion" or doubt about one's sexual identity, which adolescents may seek to avoid by over-identifying with a person of the same or opposite sex, by having a "crush" or "falling in love." This response is "an attempt to arrive at a definition of one's identity by projecting one's diffuse ego images" onto another and "seeing them thus reflected and gradually clarified" (Childhood 228). In young adulthood, when one is faced with the social expectation of courtship and marriage, such "role diffusion" may become a fear of ego loss through self-abandon (i.e., intimacy), and may lead to a deep sense of isolation and, ultimately, self-absorption. A normal adult eventually learns to "lose himself' in sexuality and friendship without the fear of being "engulfed." Where these attempts at intimacy fail, however, the result, in maturity, may be a regression to "individual stagnation," "interpersonal impoverishment," and an obsessive need for "pseudo-intimacy" (Childhood 231).

The New Girl

Trying something new

new to me and new to you

opening our eyes

and spreading our thighs

and making love only in our minds

Minding our manners

and keeping our feelings in check

but yet, not...but trying

and sighing and dying a little inside

from how hard we've tried

Trying something new

new for me and not for you

watching football games

and acting like total lames

locking lips in parked cars like we're young

Thinking young

and acting young

smiling with our eyes as we dine

and sip wine at a romantic dinner for two...

Two pink lips

Two full hips

Two bright eyes to make my blood rise

One beautiful smile that could light the Mag Mile

One fresh, amazing feeling inside...new

Touch

There's something about the way you...

Whenever I see you I want to...

And when you are near me I have to...

And when you...

And when I...

And when we...

You send these shivers all down me...

And when I'm with you, can't help but...

My hands reach toward you, they have to...

And when you...

And when I...

And when we...

The form of your body makes me want to...

The scent off your skin draws me in to...

Your lips have entreated me to...

And when you...

And when I...

And when we...

That One Mood...You Know the One

Sometimes this wave of emotion takes over me and stops me in my tracks; I can't move. I am breathless and still sometimes for several moments. In this frozen state, I am acutely aware of the fact that I am lonely; not lonely as in alone but lonely in the sense that I am not with you. I'd rather be with you. I want and need to be with you and I don't want to live without you.

Often times, my eyes well up with tears at the thought that I can't be with you and I am doomed to live my life alone because I don't want to be with anyone else. I must learn to live in your absence and breathe through these moments and suffer with the memories of you...and us...and love...but it's hard.