you
moved
away
and I stayed here
and I thought of you
and I wished for you
and I dreamed of you
and I talked about you
and I told my friends about you
and I heard your name
and I saw pictures of you
and I fell in love with you
and I became sad.

My legs are made of jello.
I keep inhaling and exhaling
in awe and disbelief
whispering "oh my god"
to myself
as I walk home.
Did that really just happen?
I really felt that,
it was mine for a moment.
I had the shape of your body,
the taste of your lips,
the sound of your breath.
They entranced me.
Your fingertips
dance across me.
I haven't felt this,
it's new.
I've felt a longing mostly,
so the mutual desire
it blows my mind.
I can see it all over your face
when you look at me,
and you actually see me.
Caught up in a tornado,
a whirlwind of lust.
Your touches tingle.
I'm breathing way too loud
and too fast.
Still in disbelief
of where your hands are
on my body.
Entirely focused on your fingers.
****.
Everything about you feels so good.

She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind

The horizon
Snapped like a beer bottle cap
And Amy cried
As Tommy sailed away

There's not much to say
When young love runs
Fast and free for another sun
Leaving the past a mere memory

Bullets are his companions
Cigarettes his commodities
Seashells litter the naked seashore aflame
Burning as he strolls the beach
Drinking the pain away

Amy takes the terror of acceptance
Like a shot of ****** to the vein
Saving her dreams for the afterlife
Leaning on her grandmother's walking-cane

Ten years and three hours
The ***** orders them whiskey sours
Over a two-disc static juke-box
She grins, wrinkling her pock marks

Amy says the longest yard
Is the one that has no end
Tommy sells his passport for a paper and pen
And writers a letter with no return address

Two children: one his, another another's
They grow up believing they are brother's
Tommy bites his nails casually as he ducks for cover
Wondering who'll catch the next bullet in their stubble

Kindergarten, prom, college, and then some
The boys are never told what's secretly known
Underneath the tranquil sun
Egrets and doves fly through the smoke of guns

Never tire, the length is long in the mire
Care for all and leave yourself in the spire
The road never ends, only life
So take your stripes and tie the wire

Tommy takes one in the head over a bad card game
Amy saves his letters never forgetting they came
Husband number two supports but is of no rapport
The boys are left out in the rain, but never the storm