I feel the weight

     of you

your pores singe my skin

but

     only in memory

now

Pushed up against the wall

     and

begging for more

(I had Blue Note coffee this morning-for the first time in a VERY long time- hint of cinnamon….)

Carpet of copper needles showing the path to paradise

I did it for me

But I was thinking of you

Hey Stranger (Mr.Wiz)
Congratulations!
I truly am happy that you are so happy
I just miss the **** out of you sometimes
If you ever go poly
or single……
sure hope you find me
(again)

I was ready to have kids

I was not ready to have adults

I have no claim on your time

I have no claim on your memory

I have no claim on your heart

How is that freedom?

You chose the bottle over me for 27 years

You won’t get that chance again

He makes my body want
…….

to break

I did it in the kitchen

but not done yet

another set next weekend

to the home soundtrack

Wilco

Why
am
   I
Waiting
for
     someone
to
  Worship

me
?

You and I

will never be together

and

yet

I am tethered to you

this is what it looks like



barren

blank

in absentia

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

Brief visit in the garden

At first I cast myself
     as Eve
  just seemed logical

On second thought -
    I was the apple

I see the memory of
      my juices dripping
          from your chin

I’ll be the first to admit
     I’m a little
          Fluffy

Colorful

          Spun

And
  Melt
      In
        Your
            Mouth
Sweet

That day you got off

    my pain a prescient phenomena
of the future of our union

No worries

I wore misleading “white”
You stated misleading vows

       A sanctified (doomed) promise of fornever

man child of mine
Too soon for your broken heart
or hers
Or Mine
Love will persist
divine in its being

Trust

Breathe

Be

Again
     (or more likely, still)

GOTCHA

Seems silly to be surprised
               (She’s missing you.....)

Defend and protect


It’s what you do best.