the moon stopped by
distracting me from
what i wanted to say
to you; so
there is something else
and:friends are
lovers you
can't touch

•••

spring is
[very intensely
green:
a current of sun-warmed
water hides
winter underneath,but]
a just-woken
goddess;standing in
a puddle
of justmeltedsnow
seeps into her
sandals like mud

•••

can(for five minutes
i know it's not long; but
it's more than i have now)
we just please
(this is begging, and no
shame will force me to deny it
[i swear])
pretend what we have
is more than a mere
transaction;exhange
of fluids?

•••

murmuring words
against your skin
is far better than if(in a moment of idiocy
fallen by the wayside of lust)
you knew that this
lust you love; is love
I lust for

•••

the body fucks
the mind loves
and my eyes travel lightly

•••

her skin says
she could go
from not with me
to maybe after summer
why don't you come over here?
no one is watching

•••

a certain element of warmth
curls from your mouth
even when you(say bluntly
that we are friends

•••

she speaks in thorns
since they grow faster and more
surely
than anything a lover
would reach for

•••

amusement is
condescension
for the like-minded

•••

i want your clothes
so that everyone where you are
can see.what i do not
the exper(vicarious)ience
would do me a service
and perhaps you as well

•••

there is a taste
metallic and utterly
you
it lingers
(where it shouldn't
on my tongue
since the experience is
long after you've gone
not one i've had)
i am safely assured,
that you
are not so similarly
burdened by me

•••

and after,when you've left
i feel dirty(sand on my knees and crawling into me where you
pressed me into the surf)
moist dripping down my legs
perhaps you're not as gone as i'd thought

•••

it is no
wonder
that when Zeus(his
wisdom unquestioned:)
tucked into a large
vessel of clay:
all those nasty little
badevilhorrid
plagues upon mankind
he included(of course)
the worst one
of all

:hope

•••

to the one
who would amuse
your person
with the disassembly of mine:

that game is
not new,and the
pieces you so love
to rearrange are(time decayed and
)round-edged
and this unresisting soul
is tired

•••

i think i would
rather strangle myself
with my own disappointments
than be subject to this:use-worn
attempt at
entertainment that you
say is love

•••

concession
in such a situ
ation as this (being so inclined to
aquiesce is no virtue mine,but rather
a mechanism of the plaintiff's devil)finds
solace in
knowing without
[doubt]:
though not vicarious
learned i
have

•••

you hurt me
and now(though i'd
rather not be);
i find myself
angry at
you:

if i hurt myself,will
i then be angry
at me instead
?

•••

there are mudpuddles
in my mind;thick with
the runoff from a thousand rainstorms
but the dirt doesn't
bother me; just under
the opaque surface
are tadpoles

•••

night crept upon
you;with
softness and warmth abundant,but
behind delicate eyelids
frowned confusion

•••

it's a weird sort of
wishing that drives
this giddyhelpless
friendphenomenon that
has overtaken the spare
places in my soul

•••

the silky(wet slide that)
is water;sliding
across my tongue[
voice/soft\capturing defenses
with a stroke of cat's-fur
purring
]
i am reminded
dancing(you-were
creeping/careful of
still and don't move,lest
unresisting,calm)
you
said hello and
a sweeter salt
i
have never known

•••

and so:as such
(such as it is
;this
soul laid(open)out and
a glistening cover of dewlike
bloody teardrops adorn the
quivering:surface
and it aches
for

•••

sun(brightlyellowhite)shiningdown
dripping over my(upturned like itsflower
face
touch butnotso(hot)closely and
greeneyeleaves unfurl
in the
(it reminds me ofyou; but i
didn't saythat)
shining down/on me
sun

•••

watching
you breathe
[looking so long:closing
my eyes burned
loss draping down]
staring at an
approachable sun

•••

if poets had to
give a name(solidly real as granite
)to the shadow that
hears their feeble
mewlings
no one would write anything

•••

i offered myself
(no innocent, I:
with this fool's tongue and
sinner's eye;
at the solid
chill of your (mercy)altar
and if it
wasn't what I'd been
expecting;no
matter.blood is red
no matter the color
of the knife

•••

slender wishing
fingers(open hand
offered up
my face her breath once trailed
warm and heart beating

•••

i know you've not
gone(away,but with
face Dark as night)sky
the sensation is
the same as if you were
patience will bring your
return;time brings due--
and yet,i
am not comforted

•••

i think
that i am addicted
(not a habit)
to your voice;
but as i am a
scientist;we should
test this burgeoning
theory.by talking

•••

ice[the surface slick;melting
]cold and air still;silence
malignant but worse still when
interrupted,and
this/alone is this
emptiness catching:me
unaware with
its chill and its
presence;permanence

•••

I've spilled my compassion
it's pooled at your feet
I hope it didn't ruin the finish
on your new red shoes

I've spilled my compassion
I was carrying it around in a paper cup
when I tripped on your cynicism
and it went flying
a wide arc of empathy
splashing wetly at your feet
it got on your bright new shoes
and I had just enough left
in the bottom of the cup
to regret

I've spilled my compassion
and I'd ask to borrow a cup of yours
but you told me yesterday that you'd traded all of it
for some pretty new shoes

•••

he looks up at me
like he knows
that i know something he doesn't
but with patience, i will share

i've told him
all that i know would scarcely coat the bottom
of his mother's smallest thimble
but he just smiles

and waits
as i rant and rave and rail against his calm
when i've stopped, exhausted
he nods and pauses and nods again

as though somewhere
buried in the passing hours
i shared
something i had hidden

•••

although it's:getting late now, i know:
:not at all,you say, but surely it's:hard to
say:that i can taste your disdain:
:i've tried to wash:it:from my hands:
the only:way it leaves is with a:
:of:course
and i'm bound:and determined no matter what else flings itself:
:along my tongue, though someone's voice is begging me:to stay
it:can't be that hard, but it is:
:maybe you'll forgive me:after i've
taken:in these forceps,with clinical objectivity:
:i made the choice,between nothing and nothing else:and subsequently
forsaken:this dusty relic self:

•••

you often glance:down when i'm there and up when i'm here:with
a question poised to leap;and i would laugh but instead
i'll answer.

you
are a bit.bitter
and a bit more.salty
sometimes fresh tomatoes taste like you and othertimes
it's anotherthing that has stolen your flavor
but regardless,to my
tongue you are
perfect
i would change nothing.ever.

as to the laughter
i would rather say that
the clear midnight sky recalls your
pristine laughter;and dancing
in the music of your thoughts
is all i will ever
want to do
i wash myself in a pool of
knowing your heart

however
what you asked about was
that little(figurative,i promise)thing

•••