I had been in my head one morning
Feeling some kind of melancholy
Irregular to the sky
The summer sun
And the warmth and promise it so generously offered

The almighty intervenes in the oddest ways at times
For my weary gaze was caught by the unusual
And diverted me
From my self indulgent considerations

I pushed back my sunglasses
Careful to shade my curiosity
It can be a blurry line
when you are old watching the young
Between what is accepted as wanted
voyeuristic appreciation of a former season
And the unwanted perverse stroking of a tired past

While eavesdropping discretely
Into the conversation between an eclectic young man
And his significant other
A wild beauty
With blue Mohawk
And candied apple lip gloss

I heard him say
That the first night they made love
when he saw her shed her camo jacket
Her dress
Kick off her combat boots
And watched as they landed under his bed

He said that
he had prayed for the first time in a very long time
At that moment
He had prayed for their permanence
In his space

He said
He knew God again
As his eyes traced the gentle lines of her
And saw before him
A celestial soul
Who's body looked like it had been sculpted from the moon itself

The pretty girl wearing the blue Mohawk
Leaned into the young man's chest
She weeped softly
And he held her close
They stood quiet for a long while
rocking back n forth in the sweetest dance

Eventually I collected myself
My things
And excused myself unoticed
And walked away smiling
The loving scene still on my mind
Their faces and the peculiar way his eyes had shone
And prayed I would remember always
The earnest in them as he spoke of grace

Here is one  
Come undone  
Mentality smitten  
By the lunacy of love  

Mixed nut  
Vibrations
(The good good)  
Take hold  
And smolder  
Until outer shell  
charred  
now breaks  
  
cracked and peeking  
Out the meaty inside  
meets bite  
And tongue dips in  
like salt lick  
The taste  
I come back for more  
I cannot help it  
please more  
  
Daddy ...  
We do play so  
  
this un sinning  
Frivolous stroking  
peels like skin  
Layers and layers  
To find grey matter  
And it's off kilter wiring  
Attached to  
****** psyche  
And big heart  
  
On  
(See what I did there)  
  
Tee hee  
  
now poking through  
my solemn face  
And a smiles pride  
The smirk creeps into  

(Total faced)

apples of cheeky  
Wise cracking  
And wide, wide  
Knowing grinning  
  
See how I'm understood!?  
How I understand  
This man  
His kind of pretty  
kind of ways  
And a so so  
Capable grasp  
Of what areas to  
  
work on...  
And over  
please...umm  
  
(You know the word here)  
  
But I would hate to go too far  
I lie to you  
I really wouldn't  
Call me  
all in Jen  
on top of this one  
And back  
And forth  
  
****, to the next verse  
stanza  
(Then bend me over)  
  
Please  
  
@#@@%  
  
Now he's come  
  
Un done

It sat just beyond incineration
Swearing nonchalance with the great ease of a sociopath
It's jacket promising a "Good time at Larry's, bring a friend!"
Itself, lay alone and charred
If anyone had paid it any attention
One might have caught the sulfuric hint
of a mighty hell that had consumed whole
First Oxygen
And then home
And then for granted future
Of the hateful demon who had tossed the thing
And the red headed woman who had once laid beside him

The drip  
And delicacy of my eye
You imagine
It holds pity
You imagine  
It holds your favor  
And that I intuitively reach  
For your nerve
  
Some nerve
  
In all my resolve
A posture built of stone
And the stalwart mortar
Experience  
My wisdom sticky with it
  
Even against the Great Wall  
You helped lay
From cornerstone  
To turret and my stare from it
Even against this  
You blow
  
Silly fragile fragments
You expect  
To crumble tumble down  
  
And long gold locks  
Like the hair
I used to wear
You believe might spill over
Return to your pull
Of grooming  
Tight plaited  
Twisted curving
Insecurity  
  
Inebriated wit
Calculated curiosities  
Woven tightly  
Into my thought process  
When puberty
Hit with urge
  
Remorse
That I had left certain things behind
  
Laughter with you
Inside jokes
And shared knowledge  
A privilege meant
Only for us
  
An isolationist  
In your measure
Your way with me
You had  
But not quite  
proved  
Cold calculating  
Alienation
  
But oh father  
How I’ve sinned against  
The nature of things
  
In my head
To my knees  
With private mournful  
Accusations  
With the need for  
absolution from it
  
But with absolve  
I dissolve
  
So return to my eye
The drip she shines
When let loose
That shine  
She is not pity
And she is not for you
  
To my knees
With other things
  
A world who’s axis  
Is not you
A prayer to a God  
Who’s strangest angels
Do not sing  
In your tonality
  
A hallelujah chorus rise
Over your horn
And its shrill  
Efforts  
My walls
They hold

You pace
Ubiquitous loitering  
Like beggars hands holding a sign
Invading my cool condition  
Like the denim  
I’m worn and wearing
A white cotton T shirt and sly smile  
  
I see  
  
Black boots In the center of my floor
Tossed carelessly  
Soft whispers that want to rub  
Pleading eyes that would lay me down
Lay me down  
Until ******* find a place to hook themselves
Eager finger
Or corner of the chair
  
I really do not care  
  
The getting there would be triage  
To one part desire
One part anticipation  
(I can hold it in my hand and feel the heartbeat of its urgency)  
One part lonely walking  
Circling to running  
And skinned knees
  
Your breath on my youth and delivers me
My eyelash flutters
And the warm wind on my bare shoulder curves my pout
  
See my shirt as she shakes loose of my breast
My rib expands to take you in
I imagine your eye tracing the curve of your intake  
And down to the crux  
Of pink and tender
Warm and pulsing
To sip and suckle what I’ve left you
For you
  
It will be there
  
When finger slip
The ridge of white cotton  
(Gasp)  
As you trespass  
And find yourself in my wilds
Marked places  
Behind my eyes with memories  
Of a man that hunted there before you
I pray he lets loose that dominion
  
I know that the thought of your pace in my world  
Has me begging to be set free
It is a solemn pass when sovereign ghosts refuse to let go
  
Again
  
My little eye spies your boots  
On my floor  
I welcome the dirt and debris
I have been living in such sterile conditions  
I could use a little *****
  
Boy