You lost your breath
when
I first
disappeared
into you
& when
we created
our own rythym,
it was your heart
that was next.
Mine too.

I used to crash with that flavor,
that flavor on my tongue.
Your taste was like grace
& your sugar,
your sugar
was
smeared
all over
my happy face.

She was perfect,
meticulous
with her bebop hairdo,
nails manicured,
her precious feet
neatly fitted
into her wedge
flip-flops.
Jesus, a one-piece French-cut,
the see-thru kind!
She blew my mind.
That's the way
it's supposed to be.
I counted every single
grain of sand
stuck
in between
her pretty toes,
she was perfect.

I've traced your lips a million times
& felt the presence of your raw form
above me
just as much.
And on many a night,
even at twilight,
and in the afternoon,
I have covered myself
thinking,
thinking only of you
Sweet Vision.

I heard a crotch-rocket
screaming
down the highway.
I mean,
it sounded as if
it was traveling
at supersonic speeds,
its gear shifting
was carried by the wind,
then it was gone
in a flash.
It left me here
sipping hot java
on the veranda,
wondering
about the open road
& the meaning of freedom.

I see the same old dudes
every day
down at the coffee shop.
Rain or sun,
it doesn't matter,
they're always
sitting,
sipping their cups of Joe,
trading stories
& wearing the same clothes.
Some wear tattered field caps.
One has an eye patch.
Some things never change.

They were strewn out everywhere,
all over the campground
lay naked firm-bodies
in every conceivable position.
The only audible sounds
were drunken snores
& the songbirds singing,
jumping merrily
in between the midnight revelers,
scavenging backpacks
for their morning meals.