your mouth...I want to bite your lips...****
on each and kiss you for hours...That proud
nose, those bottomless green
eyes...eyes...the eyes have it, that those
brows frame in vain.....Features,
that,...form the most interesting face I've
ever ....Seen...BeaUtiful...yesss...but more,
more,...morethanthat...and I just keep
finding That face...and ***...this is
ridiculous...and ****...*******...****...I'm a
******* of the highest degree to want
and want...can't have can't have...and really
you shouldn't be had at all...not that
we had a chance...Years and miles.Miles
and years...but God
knows...knowing...knowing...knowing all of
this...My.dear.God.,...I'd still die to be
underneath you.

Can't tell you why I'm up
...exhausted in sleep.
It could be the suffocating heat
the beers I had to drink.
...but you said you'd call...
and I'm thinking of all the reasons I made up
in/my/head,...that I haven't heard
from you in 14 days/2weeks/336 hours...
When we shared so Many Words
{And it meant so much
And I want you so much}
...and you are still spinning prose,...so I know
You are up....
I've waited...to hear from you
...and now I know why I'm up.

I'm so spun out
spinning
spun
spit  me out

slipping
sliding
sinking
d
o
w
n

to an empty space,...where
there is no room for love...because
you don't believe and you
don't need it

you like to say poetry is everywhere...I'd like
to say it dances on your lips...tangled in,...
your hair,...swimming in your eyes,...tattooed
on your skin,..the freckles on your
chest,...your hands that hold whiskey and
books,...coffee cups,...and tiny hands that
bring so much love,...Poetry thrives in your
smile,...your laugh,...your *******,...the wet
reminder of longing and lust...the poetry
is,..you

I've had them FA{ithinkiwanttodateguys}ST

I've had them SL{imsooverthis}OW

I've had a wi{justdome}fe

I've had a di{idontwantanykids}vorce

But this time it was all coffee arm wrestling sexwax....and
whiskey
.... then
[                                     ]

I guess,... I don't get to.
know.
It was...all the somethings I said/
The lines that I wrote;
it was all you...you. the. catalyst...forgotten
whims of passion and romance, {back to life}
...so/so/so
long; lost at sea*

And; ...now ...I don't get.to.know. if you...
hitch hiked..ed...to Africa//with Beryl...
SOARING; West With the Night,...

Or if Nin's siren; was
That woman you can't/not love;...as you feel
your soul haunted in the House of Love,...

So,...what's to come...of//old
Heming{blasphemy}way...in Spain as the Sun
Also Rises; so tortured by the love that can
not consumate,...does it make your
longing for it...//more...?

And,...I g.U.e.s.s.
I'll never know...
...if you tried your coffee with
Honey...

...I just don't.get.to.know,........now.