Yellow glows from the heart.
Wand like fingers trace it on his chest.
Dipped in honey, she sweetens the tips with her tongue
Outlining the rounds of the heart
swirling her hands
Up then down
down his body
down  his sides
down his vibrating skin
down, down, down
to the point
of the heart
down
down
down
to the place she wants to be,
sweetening the tip with her tongue.

"Can I see you yesterday?"
Kisses fall like painter's snow
On oil laced canvases of grey
On brillant blue.
"Can I see you a week ago?"
Lips on lips and breath on breath
Sunlight picks up the autumn glow
On satin skin.
"Can I see you a month before?"
Hands entwine in summer blaze
Tingling sweat trickles slow
On breast pressed
"A year, can I see you a year past?"
Springing florals dense damp earth
Neck stretched filled with scent
On nibbled kiss
Brown eyes to brown eyes
Time on time
Tell me you're mine
"I'm yours."

Phone cord
Across her stomach
Fingers twining
In singular desire.
Her lover hems
Her lover haws
The tighter she grip
The tighter her patience
Wanes
As he speaks
The weak excuses
Of unfaithfulness
Not tonight
Not now my dear
I can't get away
I can't see you today
She slowly
Slips the communicator
To its cradle
His voice a constant
Mockery of her indulgence
And she says
Not tonight
Not tonight
He barely hears
The disconnect
Hello
Hello
A look to the phone
and a shrug.
Not tonight will he get away
Not tongiht will she stay
The car she drives
Takes her right there
The door she knocks on
Opens to his face
Anger ensues
Fear replaces as she shows him
Her intentions
Gone
He's gone
Not tonight
Will her patience be tested.

Rainy Kiss

There was a kiss in the rain.
Two umbrellas overlapping
At different heights.
A canopy of color
In the grey and moist daylight.
Ankles wet, I slide into your kiss
I fit under your arm
In the sideways kiss of good bye,
Leave taking, see ya later.
One foot going the other wishing to stay.
Warm and flush from your presence
In the stillness of the moment.
A heart stopping
A heart filling
A heart opening
Moment.
Where the world disappeared,
Two umbrellas overlapped
There was a kiss.

What is love, a lustful rush of endorphin's?
As if I had the answer,
But what lesser being would I be,
If I respectfully chose not  to cipher.

What is love.

A modern sonnet, if olde words were staid,
Would stay in the minds of poets,
To marvel,  unravel, and cavalcade,
Laying in the beds of lovers

This is love.

Held forth on fingers damp
From kisses laid on lips.
The lover recites with flaccid mouth,
Lines to shiver and evoke.

Thoughts of love.

The rush of lust and endorphin twine,
And poets chase and mimics mime.
What is it, this is it, I think I know.
Ha! you thought, thought defined.

What is love.

Undefined.

You tore my heart in half
Folded it first
and ripped it
for symmetry
My equally divided heart
in each of your hands
slips slowly
to the floor
where you stomp on it
Jump up
and
down
on it
Do a little dance
get down tonight
Smashing it
like a spent cigarette
But you pick it up
Oh my
To flap jack it
into a
butter churn
Where you
pulverize it
painstakingly
to butter
Drawing it out
wiith a knife
you slather it on
a *******
and eat it.