Published in, Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion, Keibooks
the radio
overrides her whimpers. . .
the manic's
sperm smeared
on her thighs
summer's end
your body travels
through my mind
a hurricane
on an indiscreet corner
the end of questions—
love incomplete
you kiss my back,
excite yourself
with my body
some nights
we made love, slept
arm to arm. . .
brittle eucalypt
unwrapped by the mist
the secret room
where you laid on my hammock. . .
what if I cannot talk
of the sound of your voice,
the days you still arouse me
the two of us
walking by the sea. . .
naked at sunrise
we crawl into each other's skin,
wait for the moon to wane
a fish out of water
this body of mine
hot in the moonlight
subject to your pull
like tides beneath the moon
humidity
trickles from chest
to belly button. . .
the memory of his abdomen
as I moisten my lips
my scent missing
from her body,
shed with her clothes. . .
crushed cotton scattered
from the floor to the bed
listen to me,
seagulls that cry
like a great sad wheel—
the day my lover died
I rode a horse for hours
your body
moonbathing on my bed
in its dream state
I stop to surround your breath
and hear other songs
the cresent moon
is her reflection,
tilted back
waning wide open. . .
I step inside her kiss
I relish you
as the meeting of wind
and spinning vane
as a child worships the newness
of the world
if rain
knew loneliness and fear
could it still be rain. . .
am I just another man drifting
to the edge of your life
ships at the port
of my imagination. . .
handsome
as the heroes of Olympus
who knows where they go?
Published in, Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion,
Keibooks
overrides her whimpers. . .
the manic's
sperm smeared
on her thighs
summer's end
your body travels
through my mind
a hurricane
on an indiscreet corner
the end of questions—
love incomplete
you kiss my back,
excite yourself
with my body
some nights
we made love, slept
arm to arm. . .
brittle eucalypt
unwrapped by the mist
the secret room
where you laid on my hammock. . .
what if I cannot talk
of the sound of your voice,
the days you still arouse me
the two of us
walking by the sea. . .
naked at sunrise
we crawl into each other's skin,
wait for the moon to wane
a fish out of water
this body of mine
hot in the moonlight
subject to your pull
like tides beneath the moon
humidity
trickles from chest
to belly button. . .
the memory of his abdomen
as I moisten my lips
my scent missing
from her body,
shed with her clothes. . .
crushed cotton scattered
from the floor to the bed
listen to me,
seagulls that cry
like a great sad wheel—
the day my lover died
I rode a horse for hours
your body
moonbathing on my bed
in its dream state
I stop to surround your breath
and hear other songs
the cresent moon
is her reflection,
tilted back
waning wide open. . .
I step inside her kiss
I relish you
as the meeting of wind
and spinning vane
as a child worships the newness
of the world
if rain
knew loneliness and fear
could it still be rain. . .
am I just another man drifting
to the edge of your life
ships at the port
of my imagination. . .
handsome
as the heroes of Olympus
who knows where they go?
Published in, Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion,
Keibooks
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