You know that
You’re over it
Finally when all
Those special things
Become normal things
Once again like
Cleaning a chalkboard
Allowing now new
Normal things to
Become special things
With someone else
You know that
You’re over it
Finally when all
Those special things
Become normal things
Once again like
Cleaning a chalkboard
Allowing now new
Normal things to
Become special things
With someone else
When you approach
And foreheads touch
The beads of
Breathy humidity hangs
Like tiny clouds
Plump with rains’
Longing and desire
And right before
Our lips touch
I whisper into
Your open mouth
Kiss me like
You mean it
My sweet Bradley
Take your heart
From your sleeve
And tuck it
Away back in
Your chest saving
And keeping it
Safe for another
It’s difficult to
Unpin hearts from
Sleeves but hearts
On sleeves prompt
The feeding frenzies
Of desperate carnivores
Hunting the weak
Squirrel it away
Keep it safely
And let those
Hungry for anyone
Starve to death
And like a
Lagoon at rest
After a deluge
Long after the
Thunderous storming cacophony
Of unexpected change
Blows on past
Most everything once
Again dips drops
And finally dies
Decomposing down below
At the bottom
Allowing newness to
Float clearly above
And in clarity
Bright things seen
Swimming and shimmering
Darting and dancing
While the past
Settles down at
Long long last
How does a
Dog not hear
The call of
It’s master or
The leaves not
Feel the wind
Or the sand
Not feel the
Incessant pounding surf
Or the daffodil
The chill of
Frost and yet
You suppose I
Am supposed to
Not miss you
When wherever I
Am you are
Except right here
And here and
Yes over there