we kiss

we kiss until
something-o’clock
because time can just
fuck off while we’re
together

we kiss like
first-time anytime
lovers
embraced, entranced
in the moment
unforgiving

we kiss as equals
completely involved
into depths undiscovered
by any kiss before
ours

we kiss
petrified of losing
something precious

we kiss and we
forget that we
just might be
human

we kiss as if we’re
knots tied tighter
and tighter

we kiss hungry
and energetic,
sex-tasted and
lust-lathered

we kiss our pasts away,
we kiss our future closer

we kiss now

and we know everything
we need to know
about love

and the possibility of
loss

(The Kiss, fineartamerica.com)

small wings

even these
small things
have wings

the lowest on
the food chain
still fighting
for survival

in the corner
of a room
a quiet poet
struggles with
a line

I didn’t 
eat well today

and there’s an
overwhelming
voice in my
head
telling me that
its just about
over

(image by v777tony on deviantart.com)

taken by the song

I’ve taken off my skin
to be with you,
all these ratty colors
dropped to the floor

there’s no reason for me
to move from here,
either you’ll like what you see
or you won’t

our time is dying in place,
sharp seconds are a slur
and each tick is a
humming decrescendo,
indecipherable

taken by the song

the low decaying of
the knell

(image from Michael Brunsfeld on flickr.com)

journal-19, lie to me

sometimes I need you to lie to me. I'm almost begging you, please, save me from the hurt

it's a good thing the soft sand is forgiving tonight. it's more slopes then slop. and there's lightning in the clouds off in the distance. I passed by three turtles making their nests and one more in the waves making its way back to the sea. one of four girls in the group yells out hey, I love you without ever seeing my face. the order of things is inconsequential. everything is random. on purpose or by mistake

prove to me that you're really here. prove to me that you're not someone else's desperate observation. love me with undeniable pain and pleasure, given and received. let's wear out our bodies, down to the bones turned to dust.

it's time for me to go now. I've breached the skin. there's no one else around and I can't prove any of this. maybe I’m lying. maybe I'm not really here. I will save you from the hurt. there was no pleasure, and I didn’t feel a thing

surface area

smoothing surface
disrupted by the random
once of chance

cause of causation
fix of fixation
pulse of pulsation

temperamental equilibrium
asymmetrical pneuma

forever stirred
into new vitality
dysrhythmia

(image edited from forbes.com)

- by dawn it was over

the children play outside under the porch light where the insects collect

I'm trying to text on an old flip phone as the neighbor's dog takes a shit on my lawn

there aren't enough frogs or bats nearby to eat all of these evening mosquitoes

thirty-eight can be lonely when you've got too much to do but nothing else really going on

memories still care, they come around once in a while giving sweet forehead kisses

I remember pulling the window screen out and hoisting myself up into a room full of young comfort

by dawn it was over. I'll be turning fifty-three soon. the children are in their twenties

I find myself staring out the window more often now

(unknown internet source)