Storms pass overhead
as midnight lumbers out from
its hiding place among the stars
to get its feet wet
and enjoy the rain.

Tangent, like so
Back side, torso
Two systems touching
Move ever so slow
Breathe in the body heat
Top off both of the lungs
Feel those expand the diaphragm
Stretching body to its limit
Then halt
Then hold
Let the ribcage further swell
To the point of nearly bursting
First stroke
Feel cold air tingling the nose
Make contact
Release the diaphragm
Slowly, almost without motion
Pour heat outside into the chill
Until the airways close down shut
Press on, then press some more
And take your breath away
Second stroke
The cycle starting over
Rhythmic, measured, patient
With maximal efficiency
Each night,
You prove through me the limit
of possibility

The anger in man
Clenchs like a fist
Teeth grit
While flesh reds
The mind of a mans head
Pulses his heart rate
In a rage to seek and destroy
Another mans face
And pummel it to death
Cain you understand
Why we are Able
To ****** and then love again
The flesh of our skin
Flexing a masculine
Victory to win
Busting chops
With a hard fought
*** to kick
The danger of anger
Is the other man may have more than your strength could comprehend
A man could fight with himself
Aggravation and frustration
Completeing tedious tasks
His aggression is fuel for the fire
Of stressing over things that never matter too much
Are you mad bro
Don't you kno
You're only beating yourself
Up

Tommorow gets murdered everyday by yesterday as today just stands around and watches her slow death

August leans in close,
its dew-stained breath no match
for the fawns who are still young enough
to leap through knee-high blades,
unencumbered by the warmth.
Perhaps we are still young enough
to join them before the wildflowers doze.