In Conversation

You speak.
I listen.
Treasure hunting.
Scavenger style.
Searching tones.
Comparing inflection.
Spoken smiles.
Not peculiar.
Intriguingly particular.
Jokes touch the line.
Aware of their boundaries.
Carefully complimentary.
No juice.
No gas.
Possessing his warmth.
Kind enough to share.
Pick pocketing pieces.
Adulating.
Playing in the wind.
Hid his voice.
Perfectly placed it.
Cupping my eardrum.
My new lullaby.

Distant Love

I have a secret.
I live a lie.

I pretend that you mean nothing.
Sing dancing words.
Talk to you in circles.
As to escaped the pin pointedness
of what I'm dying to express.
Laying in wait to remove the mask.
Subconsciously hoping that you read
between the lines better than my unrequited front.

But this secret is bigger than a death bed confession.
More timely than the note you'd find after my demise.
This lie is the truth.
The truth of the matter is I love you.
No word tango.
No interwoven interpretations.
Plain like water and air and light.
I love you.
Uncorked, breathing, flowing...
My cup runneth over.

Morning Loving

Continue to call me baby.
Continue to call me to you with your eyes and arms.
That while my heart says no
every
inch
of
me
is pulling you onto me.
On
top
of
me
is where you should be and I could not see you any
other places beside the
meeting
of
my
thighs
kissing my lips as my hips shift
up
and
down.
Smiling you see me trying not to
give
it
all
to you taking more than I thought you could have
me
on
top
grinding, winding fast then slowly you pull me tightly,
slightly you roll me over
onto
my
back
is against the bottom of this never ending relentless
push
of
stiffness.
Wet as I am,
long
as
you
are.
Damn how long has it been since….
Shit….
I’m late for work again.