If life is a highway
    then I'm afraid
the only people I've met are hitchhikers
   waiting on the side of the road
       for a ride
           to anywhere really
I stop
    because I could use the company
and also
        I'll get to use the carpool lane
Some passengers come and go
    without much effort on either part
the only thing they leave behind is a slight stench
But then
            there are the few
    who insist on driving
and take roads
    to places
            I never thought to imagine
they set up permanent residence
   and I am
helpless
in the passenger seat
        but as it happens
            with hitchhikers
they merely want a ride
to that better place they're going
    and I
        am just
the transportation.

You were softer than a cloud
Torn apart by the slightest breeze
A handful of dust was enough to poison
The entire ocean
In the heart of that sea
You were a dream
Sunlight dances on your skin
Beneath the blue

The waves pushed me into the moon
After night fell
We floated
Laughing
At the boats passing
On the way to nothing important at all

Anybody could hear us
Under a sky full of
Silver flowers

Calling sea birds
Circle us
As we try to remeber
What solid ground felt like beneath our feet

At first it was bare and ripe for the picking -
my chest was pulsating under your weight you
stripped my heart like an exotic dancer would:
all eyes and no hands.

After the initial grasp, the puff puff pass and the
smiles exchanged between our legsarmslimbs and the
time it took to be rid of the excess skin crowding us in,
we breathed in sweet, sweet fumes of spring and said
things kept in our mouths, light like ecstasy but
heavier than the average promise.

But the hours it took to argue the hunger away made our
heads ache and eventually our jaws could clench no longer,
our eyes could see no more of each other - just smoke and
******* clouding our way - it was lost,
whatever it was, it

was lost.

But I know
she said

that you love me
and you were sitting

by the pond
you with that cheap fishing rod  

which caught nothing
and she sitting there

her hands over her knees
gazing at the still surface

even if you don’t
say it often

she added
laying her chin

on her knees
her green skirt

just above her knees
and you caught

a glimpse of her thighs
where the skirt rose up

I do you love
you said

holding the rod
between hands

it’s just I don’t see the need
to keep on saying it

you added  
stretching your eyes

to go as far
as they could

to get a better look
and she said

why do you come here
to fish when you catch

nothing except a cold
in the neck

and stiff joints
and do you want a smoke?

She pulled out
a pack of cigarettes

and you let a hand free
from the rod

and took one
and she put one

between her lips
and lit it with a pink

plastic lighter
then lit yours

and you both
inhaled and exhaled

the smoke rising
over the pond

seeming to sit there
in the still air

and she said
between drags

I do know you love me
I can feel it

in my bones
and in my tingling

flesh at night
as I lay abed

and you thought
of that image

knowing her mother
would be about

the house
with her stern features

and sharp tongue
and beady eyes

but the image was good
you thought

sitting there beside her
in silence

with the drifting smoke
over the pond

and her hand
touching you

and the sky
turning from

dull grey
to a soft blue.