He is stacking shelves
with her favorite honduran coffee
As she approaches he stands
and she finds herself face to face with a stranger
Nice shirt he says
she glances down
the word LOVE is arched
across her perfectly small *******
love she says...its all there is right?
without breaking her gaze he says…its everything
She looks away now
smiling shyly
Oh that smile he says
As if he had been missing it
As if...they mattered to each other.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Sunrise
6 am
we are on holiday
his hands steadily tease
my body awake
he knows it’s not always easy
to make love to me
before coffee
he must be masterful
a sun god blazing
creating heat
by the time he enters me
the room is melting
and i am as wet
as the monterey sea
that slaps rhythmically
outside the open window pane
each ****** will change me
as the crashing wave
does the beach
i need some ground
in this abyss
so I'm holding on
my fingers
clutching his rib cage
the nape of his neck
finally i surrender
let go and moan
and moan
like the oceans soft hum.
we meet at the horizon
at the edge of pleasure
and ***
our bodies fall soft
our breath jagged
i couldn't possibly know then
that we were only days away
from never making love again.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
This you and me thing has left me as empty
as the downtown parking lot we were groping in
I know the difference though between *** and intimacy
A few regretful trysts…some real love and good art has taught me this.
So don’t expect to find me in the gullies your travelling
I may sway or even flume for you…after all you’re a poet too.
But I prefer the ocean…where one must show reverence
Enter slowly
So as I leave you please know this…your truth does not frighten me it draws me
What scares me is the blind spots in between
where words become just another covering.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
I let you cross my mind
from time to time
A quick impression
of what might have been
More colorful than any reality
In it we are bright and clear
Hanging perfectly
Like two stars glistening
On a street corner laughing.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Its that stretch of Huntington Beach
all sand and palm trees
You put on Jackson brown
I lean in smiling…turn it up
You roll the windows down
I make wind hills with my hand
It’s a late summer sun-golden
we are happy
Instinctively I reach for you
but you are looking away…singing
I remember then
you are not mine to touch
I lean back into the light
dancing…eyes closed
and remind myself
This is enough.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
we swim and kiss and sweat and glisten
we eat and read poetry
he tries to ****** me
with a promise of air conditioning
have you slept with anyone recently?
its sad somehow this need to ask... as my hands map his body
yes... he pauses...last week
then adds...but i wish i hadn't
and i wonder
is this suppose to comfort?
and i wonder
what are lovers
without love?
*******
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
I wanna love someone
A farmers market kind of love
all natural-homegrown
Omelette afternoons and french pressed kisses
a converse walk to bookstores love
Kitchen dancing to kind of blue
kind of love…
Bit lower lip…hand on hip
early evening light
undress…let me see you kind of love
Angels in the linen love
lavender soap shower
perfectly tired love
A tangled sleep together
sweet together love
A love that wakes us up
to more and more
love.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC