This you and me thing has left me as empty
as the downtown parking lot we were groping in

I know the difference though between *** and intimacy
A few regretful trysts…some real love and good art has taught me this.

So don’t expect to find me in the gullies your travelling
I may sway or even flume for you…after all you’re a poet too.

But I prefer the ocean…where one must show reverence
Enter slowly

So as I leave you please know this…your truth does not frighten me it draws me

What scares me is the blind spots in between  
where words become just another covering.