Seek the language of leaves
In the silent breeze of the night
Under the song of the moon
Where you will hear my heart
Whisper and speak
Of my desire and lust
And temptations of passion
For your
Soul and body
To be mine
Folding arm over leg
Over mouth over lips
Kisses forbidden
By the light of the day
Given in abundance
To the silk petals
That bloom between
The soft skin
Of your legs
Tounge dancing
To the rythm
Of your pulse
And your sway
Grinding hips
Through sinful bliss
Entwining lust to love
And heart to sin
Until the stars
Cannot tell where
You end and I begin
As they listen
To my heart speak
To you through
The language of leaves

.

Scattered wavelengths
from a worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune

Static the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair

An empty bottled fortress
collects the pain at my feet
glass brown soldiers stand,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
painted Dos Equis green at El Mercado

One more for the road
a staggering venture
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like a prideful ending
mimicking the way

Still the static, white noise,
foaming seas on wavelength casualties
and the trees cry, when birdsong of night
haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance
of the beer container guards
and I tap a painful toe

.

“I miss her so much,” he said
as he sat in the corner crying
I wanted so badly to say something to console him,
anything to make him feel better,
just a few kind words to soothe his pain
but I couldn’t,
he was me