https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/Bright Darkness/Dark Brightness: Provincetown Poems is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, and are poems dedicated to the gay community, but express, in adult terms the sensuality and sensitbilities of all sexual orientations. There is adult language in many of the pieces. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. The Provincetown Poems has been a web favorite on the site since 1997, having first been published in 1997 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/370823(re-run) Dear Miss Chatty: I know there are books to get such information, but how do you get stains... how should I say it... love stains out of the sofa cushions. I got a little passionate last night with the video I was watching. I tried water and soap and detergent. That managed to lighten...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/229515No luck at the bars - yet, restless at night, Cannot fight urges - Books - No delight! So to the street I must go! Street that was brimming, now is forbidding - Last drunks are swaying, Calling their nonsense to empty pavilions And I to their vision come pacing on cat-paws, Taking their nonsense...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/223129How many lovers kiss while I lay awake, alone - I wonder - And I think of them as they work their hands about thighs and erections; Hands that please and give the great gift, The probing of fingers in the secret places, The honey combs; And tongues that caress from lip to chest. Fires burn below,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/221408Hear it in the distance, The soft thunder of the night dancers, Dark beneath the earth Where midnight flashes beat to the rhythms of sex. The air is filled with the smell of men, Not heaven sent, but all coming to a destined spot To see who they can do. Ah! Hear it as we get closer, The beckon of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/217011Gay town glitters, Fags in white satin - Dancers in the street, Masks and feathers and mystery. Drums beat and horns play. Floats push by in bright purple, And the hoo hoo's just love to dress in white satin. We shout from the balcony and dance our own dance; Dressed in old denim, we shower the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/215187I marvel at the flowing stream of people, Like the sea rolling and washing the shore with its plain motif, Exciting, yet so in place, like all things common to each other in nature. Simplicity itself, as natural as sun on breakers, We hold hands before for all the world to see. And what does the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/214551Morning greets her with a thousand calls for coffee, For menus and some juice - It happens in a thousand places much like this, And set-ups and service come down the pike With a fair bit of toast and a good many broken shells - But, she stops and wants to know Your spirit, your plans on hand And...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/213459Green shorts - He wore green shorts - And I knew at once he was the evening's delight, The soft sea breeze. Together we played the eye-game. First he watched; Then, I; And everyone else faded As we together played the eye-game. But, we also shared a shyness Like pipers in the sand - First to one...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/212367When the night grows old And its time for sleep We know the morning's young And we should not sleep alone - So, we wait until the clock strikes one And we gather in the market square, The square to look and find, perhaps The one to ward off sleep. Pizza serving everywhere, But in the air the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1464/211166for Tony and John Friends like these - Once, like a comet Passing the eye at twilight Leaving a trail Never captured, And only once Rippled by me, Rolling the tide softly over the soul. Then, like falling stars We move our separate ways - Patterns clever; patterns fine - Patterns telling the...