at you and my belly of love aches, from it's deepest point of view. across the street on the corner, the same wire framed ***** man that I see everyday laughs at the psychotic birds splashing through puddles in this wide cracked street. my poems today fall apart from me so easily with taste like pull pork sandwiches at a county fair. the autumn smells of remembrance of what might of beens and what should of happens. and my life lies like a water color outline racing down the gutters in the street. on this rainy day without you. again.
kisses. the ones that would lose interest, somewhere between "I love you," and "I love you too." the fights for the extra pillow , that started around midnight and then continued twelve thirteen rounds into night. rarely ending in a no decision. always someone had to win and somebody had to lose. which in hindsight really said so much more about us than less. . the ***** dishes rhythmically floating top side in the kitchen sink. ******* pots and pans, lying around like battle ships stationed in some Pacific harbour. waiting patiently for the Japanese zeros to attack. and then one day they did. odd to think about what we leave behind. and sadly what was never there to begin with.
your mind on down with me . let our bodies be canvases to the tributes of our lives. leave our old stories like tattered and worn baggage by the door. be each others savior for awhile. an old lover's lament. not trying to fill in each other's water color dreams, with lies or half obligated promises. and finally when the late afternoon comes to swallow our worn innocence. close the door. leave unsaid the words that must be said. return us both with some dignity to the outskirts of our lives.
deep in love's past illusions, in speckled darkness. a greed of loves hunger drives us. under a cantaloupe slice moon delicious. my hollowed self shimmers in your reflection. I cannot hide from you. though light beckons us, over the horizon, we will have none of it. we slumber in the belly of the darkness that engulfs us unwilling to move or be stirred by the morning light, an abandoned tea *** blows off key in the next room. it will have none of this morning either. and as I lie in your arms and you in mine. life is simple... we pretend forever away.
drink of you and I tilt back my head. and drive till the first light of morning breaks this evenings back. I roll down my windows. tear off the rear view mirror. nothing in my past that I ever want to see face to face again. let all of your adolescent lovers crawl back and hide under your gypsy covered bed, like puppets dangling from your strings of desire. you will not be needing them again. the broad streets and the back alleys of your hometown lie in wait for your feet to kiss them awake. time to find your moment and cast aside all of your broken ******* jack dreams, that were never pretend dreams from somebody else's dreams to begin with. come take my hand, slam your front door. let's dance and love again. and pray for love at heaven's gate... no strings attached.
passed given in confidence of heart from you to me. confided in trust, held with a mother's care. the guard has been set. boundaries defined. seasons to follow to be tended with grace. souls to be harvested not wasted to seed. a child to dance by songs of you.. and under every moon"s ripe bellied ****. from here to eternity's gate. each day a Lovers prayer I will send to you.
bleachers, our toes buried taunt by misguided popcorn bites on one another's delicious necks, our life is a wonderland. of confetti and caged animal salvation. our laughter echoes from the furled corners of heavy canvas tents. panting sighs and moans to the wind. sparks fly from the mingling of our **** and passion play.. dust finally settles. on a show that will never end. nothing tamed. two souls saved. by big nippled tops and the deep revival deliverance in your eyes. Amen.