the bed is not
made where
they laid last night,
the covers holding
the passions like
air in the lungs
and i stand there
in a state of staring.
the next morning
came, of course,
the next conversation
over coffee came,
the next movement
around each other came.
i remind myself
of my worst self,
how the fullness of
life evaporates into
sin sometimes.
my lover and her
lover here in
this epic solitude;
i smell their serious
versions.
and i pretend...
Saturday, December 15, 2018
Friday, December 14, 2018
lovely receiver
my blanched smile,
scalded to slip off the
outer skins that have kept
me away.
i sit near a drafty
door in order that i
may calm the new fever;
the cold coming from
beneath the crack
is a spectral wash
in her reaching up-toward.
where is the calm
quiver i've come to
love so much,
but in the invitation
of your timid smirk,
your peculiar increase?
the pearl is there
waiting when my
lovely receiver sends
herself unguarded.
now there's an invitation
to...
Monday, December 10, 2018
a road, at night, cold
i have a lover,
mutable in her dress
and bra, sitting
there with the
countenance of
the goddess of chance,
fate and fortune.
my lovely
tyche, she weeps
and then smiles
and goes back to
weeping, while
outside there is
something moving.
i would have her
held while holding
her; have her
loved while
loving her; have her
sung to while i
sing alone.
we met at the light
that...
