Understandable
Anger
Yet
Confused
How

The temperature
Mad at us all
Frying the Earth
Who left the heat on
Sweat beaming down
Heat warnings
But now
Out the window
What do I see
Why
Its none other than the
RAIN
What do you mean
You issue out heat warnings
Just for it to
RAIN
Georgia
WHY?!?!?

I know the sun will rise at dawn,  
But not the paths my feet will drawn.  

I know the words, yet not their weight,  
Nor how they’ll twist or seal my fate.  

I know the sea, its waves so wide,  
But not the depths where secrets hide.  

I know the seed, but not the tree,  
Or what its branches yet may be.  

I know the start, but not the end,  
A fleeting thought I can’t defend.  

I know enough to humbly say—  
The more I learn, the less I know each day.

The pond by your father's place always froze over
The ice always reaching no matter whether the weather was freezing or not.
The silence on either side of the window panes killed you, you said.
You told me the patterns on the glass reminded you of bleeding.

You used to have donkeys, and they always loved you.
Bringing them pears and soft touches behind ears.

I was a boy, still, but it all made sense.
The way that your mouth moved
when whispering memories to me.
I remember that Spring that we fell through the ice.
Jangled nerve endings felt stabbing. Cold knives.
Wet hair. Lucky to make it out.

The last time you saw me you told me, "You're bleeding..."
I smiled and spat once and said I was fine.
I'd tripped on your driveway whilst walking to see you
and busted my lips on your mailbox.
You wiped one ring finger, stilled my moving mouth.
It was only a little. (Blood, that is.)

You wiped it again on my shirt.
You ***!

I wish we'd drawn pictures in the snow with it.

The Winter has claimed me, I think, since then.
Blizzards well up in the corners of my eyes from time to time.
Snowbanks form on my brows when I furrow.
I furrow a lot now.

The bees in the tree at the edge of your father's place
Stung up your back and neck that Summer. Remember?
Calamine smile, you had me pull out the stingers.
Your dad's debit card, wiped across your back.
"Declined," I said.
You laughed.
And the pond, in my memory, still looks iced over
Even though that was July.
Right after my birthday.

Last month, saw the sign, said your father had sold
          his place. Our place.
             He misses you too.

I wish you here now.

We're all getting old, but I can't let myself grow.
I'm not any smarter, I'm just clothed in cold
And I forgot how to feel the way we did then.

I'd like another plunge, through thin ice, I think.
Anyway, I hate the Summer time.
The heat's too mean.
You know that about me.

I morph the blue flames dancing
on every inch of your soft skin
and the only flow that mends the burns
from all pores - like ice!

employ my rhythmic tongue to heal you
work my soft, warm index
and caress the throbbing
my back for tense nails to sink into

the castle, the walls and the sword
you command, the servant and kingdom
the air in my lungs, the high tides
of Luna razored - I breathe for you

let the hues of my thick brush color life
and with glee paint the contours
leading to your tight turns
up to where your towering legs meet

We **** on the cold ground,
breath sharp, bodies unbound.
Go fast—then slow it down,
hearts sync to a primal sound.

I take you there, then you bring it home,
back and forth, skin and bone.
Touch of heaven between your thighs,
one thought alone—I'm paralyzed.

Paradise, wrapped in heat,
your body sings, our souls repeat.
You feel so good, you make time freeze,
a touch, a sigh, you bring me to my knees.

You leave me shaking, leave me still,
like gravity left, lost in the thrill.
You make me feel so **** alive,
I’ll change your life, I'll make you mine.

As soon as you slide, we slide,
fire and silk, we collide.
Making love in candlelight,
shadows flicker, burning bright.

Love the way you feel, the way you vibe,
your body’s poetry—no need to write.
No space, no pause, no need to hide,
just you and me—we ride.

We **** on the cold ground,
fast then slow—no words, no sound.
I take you there, then you bring it home,
a rhythm deeper than flesh and bone.

A touch of heaven between your thighs,
just the thought takes me to paradise.
You feel so good, I lose control,
paralyzed, but craving more.

I make you feel it, change your life,
as soon as you slide, we slide.
Candlelight flickers, bodies collide,
love the way you move, love the ride.

Don’t make a sound, let’s keep it tight,
Going for another round deep in the night.
No stopping now, we’re caught in the flow,
Starting at the bottom, then up we go.

Now she’s on top, like she’s thought of it all,
Commanding the rhythm, answering the call.
Our bodies grind, a primal beat,
Hearts racing fast, locked in the heat.

She rides me hard, no slowing pace,
Pushing me deeper in this endless race.
We **** through the breaks, no stopping, no running,
Her body ignites like she’s truly becoming.

Until she lets go, her essence released,
Her cries a crescendo, the passion increased.
Her ***** running, a flood so pure,
A fever of pleasure, nothing demure.

Round after round, no end in sight,
Two souls entwined in the depth of the night.
Every motion, every ****** so profound,
We’re lost in this dance, until we’re both drowned.