You may have died young,
        but as long as
        my words live,

*You will never grow old.

I nip your soft bud
ever so tenderly
during my nightly visits
to make you open your eyes,
and blush, I love the flush
spreading on your cheeks
mademoiselle,
                     but you bit
my probing lips lovingly hard,
it gave me new ideas
that you didn't expect me to carry out
in presence of morning mist, curious
that peeped from outside
the limits of this quaint pond.
I love the honey seeping out
without any effort from my part,
I am a blue beetle that loves
to smear yellow pollen all over.

Look! your buds aren't soft now,
*****, they have become truculent,
if they want to rub me wrong
do you think, I'll back off?
I am game for a tete-e-tete,
better now, than later.

A beetle that find cozy warmth
within the purple folds of your petals tight,
every night; being a lotus
you should know what I seek,
let's get it together, single-mindedly
warm, fragrant, cuddly lover.

In the seat next,
more than stilettos,
more on the order of a
Jim Bowie knife

never meant to but wound
or needlessly take a prisoner,
if it can quietly be avoided

and the legs,
Miami gold, Latino,
not the Cubano kind you smoke,
but mucho ok to inhale

and at 35,000 feet,
nearer my god than thee,
I utter an afternoon blessing
in rudimentary Anglospanol

"Gracias to you,
Lord our God,
Señor del Universo,
who has made me humano,
according to thy will,
modest and unworthy,
of the sight of rainbows
and your creature creation,
placed beside me in 14B"

of course,
the flight lands early.

I shoulda kept my mouth shut...

I settle beneath, quilt & blanketed sheets
for another tear-jerking,
heart stopping
conversation.

Between the lines of shared irony, affection disguised
we behave in such tyranny, over what we
could've & would've had in our
lives.

But, it'll all get better, it'll all be okay
I'm here for you whenever you need me, which ever way
tonight, this is what I'll
say:

My eyes well up over the passing thoughts of yesterday
My heart pounds in my chest, my ears scream &
vision starts to sway. How could I have ever let you


                                                      slip away?