She looks just like your type

The kind you leave eventually

     because she’s not me

I will see    you     again

.

You’ll do it to me every time …. … .



the pinch and burn

I

can’t

not

I had the strangest thought
as I pulled up to the stop sign

You lifted your finger as if to wave
when I signaled you to proceed from the
four way stop

and I thought
“What if that was a potential ….”
the possibilities endless
and the moment lost

so sad that I can’t share this joy with you

telling that you’re not here

I want to feel the *****-le
                                         of
                                    your
                     ­           Skin as
                          your body
                  a puzzle piece
             snaps into my Z -
         curve thighs juxtaposed
     mine back to yours front joined
melted melded mended most effortlessly