Making love
our hands dance
in darkness
clutching
grabbing
holding
our fingers
act like ivy
on our bodies
we fit together
naturally
but our hands
discover
new
territories

Darkness surrounds
me the lid is closed
and I’m dying I
dream

waking sighing
I’m not dead but
my dream is

why dream of death

perhaps it’s not an
end but a beginning
a new beginning like
movie two double feature

maybe death is a renewal
of divinity
a mulligan

this life
might be fun if
remembered with
previous lives
there’s humor there
lives finding kindred
souls long lost friends

our world forces
us to forget our
pasts like
telling the joke
keeping the
punch line

There is a dank
dark hunger
within me it
gnaws at my
insides like a
rodent this darkness
this longing ache
pains me
it’s hunger pangs
it’s lust

lust knocks at
my door like
salesmen selling
me nothing just
a constant knock

what will satisfy
this ache
the flesh
of you

They call me
Sao Paulo
Columbus
Charlotte all
day long
old lovers and
new leave me with
a dark longing
a wet blanket
trying to warm
myself this ache
grows each call
times I’d wish
they’d not call
and this dank
fire in my belly
could be extinguished
with just one

Oh

Ones I want
don’t want me
said Romeo
sitting across from
me I nodded classic
city pigeon not hearing
definitely not listening
You’re pretty darn
positive
remembering
sentiments
I started to check-out
your blog got side-tracked
like a dog and cat I
reacted a teen-aged
girl

These new poems
are really good
I’m impressed
says Romeo

Thank you

the salutations hang
like molasses
empty nouns
gathering into
pools of verbless
storms