John Gibbs from Hawai'i one of my closest friends on the planet. At
the Russian River Jazz Festival, September 2009.

Upon the eve, this twas my thought

I wish
that you would come to me tonight.
To make me forget
the harm and hurt and pain
of life's trespasses.

To wash me clean
in a spiritual paroxysm of your skin
gainst mine heart.

Tis this ideal
that no one alive shall nor can meet
nor I can hope for.

I need no saviour
but your touch, your skin, your mouth
your spirit
upon my heart.

Tread gently
I bite hard
cry at death
revel in the struuggle of blood , death,
anger.

I'll possess thee
but you shall consume me
in sex love passion consummation
of all that we dreamed and life gave unasked for.

You do not know me but we do…
late as it is
I think of you.…84 as you were
I'm in love with you
and much as tho you were kissing me in that secret place.

Oh yes my love.
You are not dead to me
each night I am with you
and a thousand years
is spent in your eyes, and arms and lips and thighs and mind.

And more and more and more till I am lost in you and me and us.

Written September 25, 2009.

Ocean Beach reminding me of Hawai'i home looking across thousands of
miles. How I long and miss it and Fiji!

I'm listening to a Fijian musician named Saikiusa Bulicokocoko and it
carries me back. Nice to be alive to have those memories.

With recent visitors from Hawai'i and Fiji I find that familiar
tugging of my heart and mind for the warmth of the islands and people.

What is to be done when my heart is split in half? Whither shall I
wander?

David