The ocean looks safer
than your eyes
Though we both know
which I would rather drown in.

Kiss me
Kiss me, baby
Like a kitten, tiny, short and sweet
Kiss me
Nibble on my shoulder,
Starting every time we meet

Tell me
Tell me, baby
Every little thing you want to hear
Tell me
Just close your eyes and listen
I'll repeat them in your ear

Hold me
Hold me, baby
Tightly, look me deep into your eyes
Hold me
Say everything that ever worked
Then take me by surprise

Take me
Take me, baby
Toss me, turn me, flip me upside down
Take me
Softly, like I wanted
Later, drive me through the ground

Feel me
Feel me, baby
Touch me, do me up and way back down
Feel me
Your two hips can be the king
My hips can be his crown

A barback slid you out
A generation early, in
The shape of your father.
He who befriended the
Blondest girl in town -
Elf-sheen baby, eternally mortal,
Entangled in bedsheets, or,
Everyone's Fantasy ****.
So she gifted you lawn rakes
And snack cakes, and you
We're raised in the bar on
Highway 51. Far from the
Vinyl static emitted from your
Mother's breast. She warned you
About The Suburbs. Always
Whispering tiny prayers -
Grab the keys, we're leaving.

And they keep dying on you -
Your matriarchal mirrors.
Leaving you in the hands
Of workmen scientists,
All waiting for the explosion,
The bomb to drop,
The neighborhood burn.

Grab the keys, we're leaving.

Rain died on the cobble stones.
A warm soul escaping as scented steam,
rising to the fading heavens
of a long Paris eve.

Muted velvet shadows deepen and
soften the edges of everything.
Lovers kisses, whispers and laughter
mingle.

Half drunk
and one more bottle of wine.

Eyes dance and share their dreams.
Across a private table hands meet.
Making love like secret poems of the deaf.

Subtle exchanges of body movement
compliment the symphony
of this tiny world magic.

Breaking bread from a wicker basket.
Full on night descends,
closing its curtain on the day.

Internal prayers to heaven
chase each other,
They wish this night would never end.

Dark red stains on pure linen.
Count the glasses.
Time elapses,
but it's never getting late.

Roosty

If I fall from seven stories, would you touch my mangled body?
Would you always be the last one every day to touch my cheek?
If I drown and I am floating, will you pull me out and hold me
--Wet and cold me--
Though my blood has stopped, my neck is limp and weak?

And should a fire consume me, would you watch the smoke blow off me?
Once I'm dragged out on our lawn and I'm nestled in wet grass
Would it be too much a trouble that you give my hand a last kiss
To look into where my eyes were--would that be too much to ask?

And if I rolled out of a car door, would you drive the roads to find me?
Would you pick the tiny gravels from my freshly-tender skin
Could you press your still-warm lips to mine and whisper you still love me
Claim my body
Be the one who tells my friends and all my kin?

And if somehow I exploded, would you think how to collect me?
Would you look for all my pieces just to put them back in one?
And if ailment were to strike me, could you watch my figure crumple?
Will you stay as I get thinly and my hairs fall one by one?

I love you every moment and would do all of this for you
I won't want to have to do it, but if someone, here I am
So, darling, as I'm weeping, will you press myself into you
Ever-New you
Say you love me and will love me as I am

When the mind goes
about shutting
The doors left
Open by the careless heart,

Life muffles down
In the fog of memories
Comforted by the humdrum
Freed from the need to react

But it isn’t long
Before the heart awakens,
Looks around, and decides to teach
The mind a lesson

By opening a few windows
To let in the breeze
That will eventually
Knock open a few doors too.