“Once More” by Roz Levine

The last time my eyes saw his

He twinkled with mischief

Croaked how he’d shared his bed

With such a good old friend

The one who’d lost her breasts

The one with a heart as big as the Pacific

The one who breathed fire on him

His words whispered from a voice

On the low down of this battle

The big boom sound of yesteryears

Silenced by ALS creeping up his body

He whispered how his wife

Couldn’t bear to touch his flesh

Was she repulsed by the disease

Afraid of his coming death

Fearful of a life alone

He didn’t say what or why

Just whispered the beautiful

How it was to be close to skin once more

To feel a woman’s heat once more

To know he was still alive once more

Loved by someone

Desired by someone

Some place on this earth

Roz Levine

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010


  1. lkthayer · April 16, 2010

    Roz, it’s such a pleasure squeezing the heart & soul of a poet like yourself. Thank you for living & breathing the words you drink like wine. An intoxicating gift!! LK 🙂

  2. Roz Levine · April 16, 2010

    Lisa, with those words I WILL have sweet dreams this night.

  3. Jaymie · April 16, 2010

    This is beautiful and courageous.

  4. Julie · April 16, 2010

    Roz, as usual, you touch my soul with the first word. So beautiful, so poignant.



  5. nicolerigets · April 16, 2010

    Roz you have shone life into our eyes with this poem…

  6. Stephen John Kalinich · April 17, 2010

    Roz I love this very honest very touching.
    The more we let it through us te more open it becomes
    and we realize i is all a gift.Each breath.
    Thank you for sharing and for coming to the Juice Bar.
    This poem reminds me of all those who we pass that are alive that we do not notice that we take no account of..The universe knows them all
    all souls are remembered.


  7. Marcus · April 17, 2010

    And now I feel alive, awake, again, and once more!
    Thank you Roz.


  8. Roz Levine · April 17, 2010

    To all the wonderful writers and artists who responded to my poem, I offer a gracious thank you. You inspire me to open my mouth even wider, to suck on words, allow them to shimmy and shake, shape themselves in to new births each and every morn. It feels so good, so grand, so on top of the cream puff of this world, to acknowledge with all due respect that I AM A WRITER, someone who loves to fuck and play with words, someone who cannot live without words, someone who needs words more than water and food to survive this life.

  9. Angela Cohan · April 17, 2010


    This is so lovely and so beautifully heartfelt. Thank you for sharing it.

  10. Alexis Rhone Fancher · April 17, 2010

    So…tell me again why I should NOT call you our “Genius-Poet?”

  11. Jackie herzig · April 18, 2010


    You are the mother poet and we suck in your joy of living through your words, no matter how much pain is visible between your zest for life and the pulp of living. You nourish my soul.

  12. Laura Diamond · February 27, 2013

    Wow, Roz. Gripping and honest. So glad to have found your poetry here.
    I would like to stay in touch. Would you mind dropping me an e-mail with a way I can be in touch with you (privately — sorry for the use of this public space to reach out.) I am at laurandiamond@gmail.com.

    All the best to you!

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