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From the left seat I can see that you were right

11 Nov

I reside in heavens

when we fly it’s very clear

the bigger organism we

are apart of/from up

here/now vision clouded

with/by ether, our lives below

the bible thumping belt, so rare

did you think I wasn’t looking when you quietly ordered

yourself back into submission from the menu

or was that for those to whom you say life is good like comfort food for breakfast

on saturday just before noon in our pajamas with the radio playing/the smell of grease

and gasoline in your hair, citrus on the wind

real maple syrup and bacon/your favorite

race on television. We did things

on that leather couch that would embarrass the children if they existed

we spooned entire days into a bowling ball bag

you won/lost, as if we had nothing

more important to do than touch each other until we did

or maybe we only manufactured that/you

came down from your mountain-top to pull me up

and I was so grateful I gave you things

to desire instead

of me/but when I called down to you from mine

you couldn’t hear me any more

than when I used to tell you

I had a dream

in the night/you reached

out for me from your

fear of light/sleepers

women pilots

weak people

distrust

and we would fly

blindly, madly

in love with passenger seats, advanced

stall warning recovery

whether predictions

down-shifting, flights planned

restricted/visual ceiling fan rules

taking precedence under the covers

your feet my pedals

clutching, crabbing

our forte

negative g-forced

free fall

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A Certain Feeling

16 Oct

There’s a certain feeling  I get, knowing you were in my bed with me last night. It doesn’t even matter that you may never be again. Because tonight I can smell you on my pillows and this morning I laughed as I realized the extraneous patience I had for untangling the sideways blanket and sheets while making the bed which you do so much more efficiently than me.

Too bad we slept in this morning. I’m happy you traded breakfast for that new position though. Reminds me of a pair of scissors when I look back at your hands on my hips. Your body splitting me in two at the waist. The dreamy gaze your eyes blink back when you hit the snooze button one more time and the spot that makes us both gasp and smile warm, cottony smiles at each other as we pull back the sheets again.

In fact, I’m glad you’re not here. It gives me time to remember the way you laced your fingers in mine as we sweat ourselves to sleep. How you asked me to come for you again and again because you like it. How hard you worked not to. How you leaned in for one last kiss before unconsciousness took over. How you pulled me close entwining your legs with my legs, your feet with my feet.

I like it like that. One for you and four for me. Although, if you were here I would have proof it was not a dream. And if it was, I am so glad I am right here in the perfect place to recreate it. Here again in my bed, the sheets now neatly tucked under the pillow on one side. My hands are your hands between my legs. I’m wet just thinking about you but you know that from experience.

The fruit was good. Thank you. Last night your flesh was a ripe, purple plum between my teeth and this morning I ate you again for breakfast.

A man, a plan – Panama

14 Oct

Damn, if he doesn’t look just like you

He will

I left room in my life for someone

Like you

Planned your life

In spite of

Or despite

Someone like me

Maybe now that she sees

How happy you are

She will

Come back

In time

You might too

Eventually, someday, maybe

She might find

A man with a plan

Same as me

With a little cut-out in the shape of a heart

Just like hers

So she can close the book

Slide it back into the empty spot

Where it belongs

And be content

With someone

Just like

We planned

jardin botanica

aibohphobia n. The fear of palindromes.

Chapter 3 – A Mystery

21 Sep

It’s a mystery

How we came to be

And why

I’m wearing his clothes

To bed

Come and see me

You are leaving

Come and see me

We were driving

Side to side

Giving me the eye, he was

And I

I was moving my lips

To a song. He thought

I wanted a kiss

All I wanted was a drag

Off his sexy cigarette

Chapter 3 – Yes, I Hunger

13 Sep

A glutton; I feast on

“Meating” of Rebel Lions

Or chewing on rose petals

Of red, of love

I read

One Hundred Years of Solitude

I write

Only to eat each word by word

I gulp my mocha espresso

And sip my wine by the bottle

A glassful of conversation

Is my craving

A desireful companion

I would cherish

A being-filled co-existence

Complete this wanting wish list

My soul is full and yet

I am, and I hunger

Chapter 2 – Marrige: If you can’t spell it, you shouldn’t do it!

12 Sep

Marriage proposals

Over beer and rock-n-roll

Don’t want to go

Home on

His wedding night

Driving me sober

From insanity’s grip

Or was it hers?

Confusion

Calls me

Long distance

On the shore of an ocean

Never seen

By me

I’ll take a boat someday

Into the safety of a

Lover from my past

Part of my future

Depending on the waves

That carry me

Not all made of water

Chapter 2 – Sweet Artillery

7 Sep

She looks like a cactus

Hard and harmful

She feels like a teddy bear

Soft and plentiful

Her glance will cut you in half

While her lips sew you back

She walks and she runs

From danger

She is no foolish lover

No stranger

Her distance will disarm you

Her wit will hand you guns

No harm shall come

To the man who is given

And carries

Her weapons

For she does not give of them freely

As she does her tired heart

From the man she promises her protection

This girl shall never part

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