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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Slant of light May 2020
I’m drunk most nights
and each time the warmth of the wine
on my blood makes me think of you

I know I have tunnel vision
I know we crop things out
Straighten horizons

Whatever version of yourself
you show me today
is still there
It’s not imaginary

It turns out we aren’t that good
at hiding who we are
even with the poker face
and Lightroom actions

I heard you
when you showed me
the spaces between
your words

I don’t want to mold you
like unfinished clay

I want to trace your
fired bones the way
you broke them against stones

I don’t pretend we can meet

Though I am comforted
by the fantasy
we are trees not seagulls
cherry and pecan

I don’t ever want to hold you
at the place where
lust and love part ways

I don’t want to poke
the ashes with a stick

There are so few times
when branches grow together
I only want to part seas
for you and lay my staff
at your feet.
Slant of light Apr 2020
Whenever I have some wood
or nails
I’ll build you three walls
or two
a lean-to with a guitar stand
or crayons

I filled up a balloon
So you’d always have a breeze
and left the water on
It’s the closest thing to a waterfall
I can manage

My makeshift grotto
no light needed
in the steam I spread my lips apart
I swear I could taste your pollen
on the wind

When I hear your feet padding away
or to
our forest bed
I’ll lift the corners of my mouth
or laugh
knowing the night terrors will flee
or join me

— The End —