Yes, I let you hold my hand
and I held yours…
– acknowledging a perfect fit
Yes, I let you look into my eyes
I curiously looked into yours…
– I didn’t blink or turn away
letting you past the walls of protection
Yes, I let you pull me close to you;
wrap your arms around me
and kiss me passionately
Yes, I reciprocated without hesitation
Yes, a warm wind blew
time stood still
– and yes my heart raced
Yes, I was intrigued, flattered
and slightly bewildered
Yes, all your words rang true
– and yes I am attracted to you
Yes, I have thought about you since
Yes, I have dreams about you
…the moment you leaned in
and took my breath away
…welcoming you with delight
Yes, I have wondered
what it would have been like…
if we had spent the night together
…if only, if only
Yes, I smile at the thought
of our stolen moment
Yes, it seemed you found
what I thought I had lost
– and genuinely returned it
Yes, we connected
Yes, I have no regrets

You might ask me why – my simple reply
“I let you into my head but not my heart darlin…”
And yes I would do it again…

© 2016 TrilbyYates


Mr. Who Knows Who

All that crazy anticipation
build up and worry
as if yesterday
was a blank page
And all the steps taken
have somehow
been washed away
like footsteps in the sand – how cliche!
I remember laughing
about all those old sayings
one night during a brief love affair
he filled my glass of wine up
for the 3rd time
smiling with such intent
saying, “Man, who are they trying to kid!
…rather have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all –
or, something like, if you set it free
and it doesn’t come back
it was never yours to begin with…”
Man what a kick
Man what a time
for jokes and one liners
from men like Henny Youngman,
“I’ve been in love with the same woman
for forty-one years
if my wife finds out she’ll kill me…”
The corners of my mouth
turn up and I laugh –
so politically incorrect…yea no kidding man!
Even between all the laughter
and long talks – we faded
off in different directions
but that wasn’t a news flash
we both knew from day one
nothing was going to come
of what ever this was or wasn’t
just passing time
drinking wine
making love and laughing –
sometimes we would
slow dance in the living room,
…candles flickering
sexy shadows on the walls…
to some off the grid
blues tune…
At the time everything was perfection
in its own light –
but, it was those long drives home
late at night
that set me free
And now…I find myself
walking to a bar in Brooklyn
to meet Mr. Who Knows Who
and for just a moment
there is this rush
the feeling of soft warm hands
occasionally touching mine –
We laugh and talk
as he fills up my glass
of wine
for the 3rd time…

© 2016 TrilbyYates

My Heart Reveals

Summer slumber
billow in a warm breeze
while fall steps out
in colored glory
and my heart reflects
all that have come
and all that have gone
regret seems
a shallow grave
without substance
or worry
so as time passes… and it does
of what it all meant
rise above
the sense of loss
but you my friend… heart felt
held me
through the night
and watched
the sun rise
did you wonder
…what would become of this newly felt love
or would you watch it
fade away
like any other day
as the tides of life
rise and fall
winter winds blow
and spring’s thaw is inevitable
you remain hidden away
yet my heart reveals it all…

© 2016 Trilby


A slight movement forward
wind shifts suddenly
there is
a tumbling sensation
in each step
I’ve taken
your touch
was never an absolute
and as much as I knew that
going in
it’s the
coming out
that’s another story
time is not on my side
and as I wander
between my thoughts
there is a tug
at my heart
wishing one thing
could be true
that flight
wasn’t a solution
or a place of comfort
I’m running to –
here I stand
fair winds and following seas
unable to find my way
once again
and things haven’t changed
all that much
since my youth
when boys would be boys
and men will be boys too
I question the disconnect
from what is said
and what is heard
all the words
exchanged between us
nothing ever remains
very clear
so I’ll listen to sad songs
once again
wishing the nights away
cursing you for leaving me
in this place
when all that I have
are memories
of sweeter days…

© 2016 Trilby

Beach Walk Mid July

Cold winter days
circle around
in a flurry
snowflakes fall gently
solitude in daydreams
and sweet whispered words
make me blush
at the thought
of what could be
if only to let go…
I wonder if
we are a good fit
or if when time tells
its tall tale
an unedited version of truth –
self indulgent melancholy
if the reflection
that bounces back
isn’t what we suppose
best to leave
the stories behind
like an old song
such a sweet serenade
taps ever so lightly
angst is at the core of my insecurities
reaching into my heart
with one finger on the pulse
of all that keeps the beat
of complete surrender
to a new time
and new space
when all the potential
that I hold dear
can be realized
and shine ever so brightly
with the comfort
of a beach walk
in mid July

© 2016 Trilby

Sway Of The Dance

Red wine sipped through lips
painted shades of frost and crimson
…dark eyes look away –  a seductive glance
meant only for you and
when the night tumbles around us
while stars shoot across the sky
there will be a time when your hands embrace the moment
and hold its place with mine…

That first kiss speaks volumes
a prelude to what could be
…if we want it badly enough
please don’t take for granted
that my affection will remain open to you
I could hold out for a lifetime to get it right
what we dream, what we have lost
keep the heart beating…setting the soul free

Dare I caress the sway of the dance – again?

© 2016 TrilbyYates

Day-Break Ride

…too often
in the solitude
of when all
is said and done
after the passions
have been met
when the dead
of night
begins its decline
and the morning light
starts to rise
there is an emptiness
that comes
over me
taking me
by surprise
in the before
day-break ride
heading home
when angst
begins to question
…is this intimacy
or just the way
we find
a few hours
of separation
from our day
to day grind
to keep the demons
at bay
– and maybe
I’ve come
to a split
in the road
or to a path
I have never
reflective logic
vacancy opens
a sense of
pure weakness
nothing stronger
leaving me
feeling empty
and wishing
maybe I should
have stayed
a little longer…

© 2016 TrilbyYates


A few side steps
off the curve you fall
and for a while
there is a time and place
to bat your eyes
and lick your lips
as if the package
is all that matters
in those moments when
the label tastes better
than the wine
and the left hand
on your Rolex
gets stuck
between AM and PM
in a hesitating movement
that never gets beyond
the here and now
…remember where you came from
not just where you’re headed
because at the end
of the day
all that matters
is what you hold
dear to your heart
even if it is gently worn
on the sleeve
of your designer suit
with an occasional
nod of recognition
to what once was…

© 2016 TrilbyYates

Red Balloon

A fine line between what is said
and what is meant
when passion hides
behind well wishes and glances
on the other side of friendship
and no one knows better
than Madame Bovary
if love will come or
love will go
the extra mile or
fade off into a slow burn
sun rises and sets
with each lie that innocently
drips from lips of gold
like spilt wine from high end crystal
visions of happily ever after
play out in the perfection of a Truffaut flick
and optimism is a red balloon
that is chased after and never caught…

unobtainable high…

© 2015 TrilbyYates