We would go on drives
to get away, to see where
it would take us. Flipped a coin
at each intersection; heads for left
tails for right.
We came through a small town,
took a left to a dead end, facing into
a grove of trees right on the bay.
And there, in a clearing through
the trees, there was a battered,
wooden park bench where
we could sit. It had part of
the back missing, but it was nice
to sit and look at the ocean.
It was such random luck that
led me there to that moment
with you that I find it hard to
believe I could ever
be that lucky again.

The sun beams softly here
I never worry for my pale skin, a cherished feeling- no fear.
I lounge in between your love and a guitar player,
Sip on scotch as I shed inhibitions in addition to that last clothing layer
You can find me dancing,
Fueled by your continuous glancing.
I am usually alone, but this feels right.
Flames color me desire, I have found my favorable light
Waves whisper poetry to my soul,
No one has heard of "logic", here I feel whole.
Rays kiss my cheeks as much as you do
I exist to ensnare you with my feminine voodoo
Light and dark are the only forces here
Time gave up trying to catch us, now it settles for watching us disappear.

Mastering emotions
Sounds astounding
No sudden tears
Or embarrassing blush
But
It becomes a drug
Secretly
Becoming easier each time
Only when feelings are few and life loses its joys
Is the mistaking known
Of the drug and addiction
Of the crime
And no emotion comes with the revelation
No more a human
A robot with flesh

Thomas comes to my house every Saturday.
We play cards and talk about politics.
Thomas would seem like a regular guy if you saw him on the street.
Passing by.
But, you have never seen him snap.

Whenever he comes over he wears the same dress.
The dress is black with little shiny silver dots all over it.
It's so ******* ugly on him.
Not because he is a guy, just because it really isn't his color.
Lavender would suit him way better.

"Why not lavender?"
I ask him one night
Hoping that I will never have to see him the horrid thing ever again.

Thomas is furious.
He snaps.
No not snaps he more like gave me a full on snapplause.
And then he leaves.

Wearing that same ugly dress.

Some guys will leave lip prints on your body that will fade away, but will leave cuts in your heart that will last forever.