I'll kiss you until your heart pounds,
clenches,
         throbs,
pumping embers through your veins until every capillary glows.

I'll kiss you 'til there is nothing but white hot pain
melting your lips,
         cauterizing your wounds,
                       until every hole in your heart is sealed.

And your ashes spell out my name.

i missed it here while away
this safe place despite
the car failing

i called recovery
watched the trees
a while while waiting

got it fixed

came back here again

there is always that wish
to return home these days

not always
in those troubled times

here we need no black days
no more, not in this house

seen too many troubles
so an easy day today
&
naturally shall call the garage
for a check over

it is an old thing now
& liking old things
carry on again
back home

for you i hope the laundry smells good
blasts the eyes with white, that music

continues repeatedly
that the snow is crispy
with small birds singing

with mid winter just ahead