Boy meets girl.

Boy wins girl.

Boy loses girl.

Boy kills girl.

To wake up with you

and share the pleasure of
coffee with you

so simple

yet so hard

because eventually

it won't be enough

and there I'll be

just me

without you.

We were like a beautiful car wreck.

I don't even know what we hit.
Just that when the smoke cleared
it was all over.

But what a beautiful ride it was.

I need new memories

to bury those of the woman
I cannot have

like a fresh blanket of snow

concealing all the dead beauty

underneath.

Tina hates jazz, but
Jazz loves Tina, pearl blue and
seven years away.

Eyes beaming pure love,
white wine *******, and legs like a
perfect cup of tea.

for Chrissie*

Your coffee cup
in the sink

bearing the traces
of the lips
I awoke with and kissed
in the dim morning light.

I resist washing it

hesitant
to wipe away
this tangible memory

but I do,
confident in the knowledge
that your next
lipstick print
will be left
on my lips

red as blood

and
just as warm.