It's sad
the empty holes
forming in a heart
cannot be filled
with anything else
but what was there
before they were
empty

Yellow striped apron
drapes her flesh
as the meat sizzles in the pan
My senses huddle
the view from behind
more appetizing a meal

Yellow striped apron
is a nightgown
made in Spain
in the heat of the afternoon
making siesta impossible
if she is the cook

Oh Jesus I drool
I thirst I crave
I want I yearn
for
the ingredients behind
Yellow striped apron

There is never a trigger
in these verses

I load the words
but none

have the power
to explode in you

The noise we make
when we move inside of
one another
can wake us, make us
want to want

it to be music
we play together

Hearts that wrestle
thump
And strangle
so if you are the heart
that beats
I am the heart
that is beaten

The light from yonder window breaking
is not the sun shone through
The dawn of what lay waste of me
reflects into the blue
My bones are light an hollow now
no matter the time of day
So what, so there, so left to crack
so near, so far away

you are the brew
        perking
        steaming
        
morning mix cuppa java
dawn that pours on you like lava