LoveAndWriting

In love 
and writing
to me
are synonymous
for when
doing both
I am
only honest
and naked
naively hopeful
Yes it
hurts but
only ever
after after
ever after

Intimate (for SweetPea)

And standing 
there moist
in towel
you iron
the days
armor as
I sit
sipping watching
wondering knowing
that soon
you will
dress but
in brief
shy interludes
I will
see flesh
that only
the intimate
ever do

Hole

I had and now 
I don’t and this
gaping hole once filled
lays open I peer
into its depths looking
for the bottom thinking
how on earth did
it get so deep
as to never again
be filled but avoided

I’llWalkThanks

I am admittedly 
shy having been
bitten so often
I no longer
bleed it’s not
how many times
I get thrown
from the horse
but how many
times I decide
to climb on
at this point
I’ll just walk
it’s much easier
and less painful

YeahNah

Friendship returned to me 
again a letter undeliverable
rejected even before opened
I think now that
once crossed one can’t
and should have thought
but thinking was excused
like counsel advising no
dismissed as desire raged
and pleasure rained down
soaking and now understandably
destroying everything that once
was no I don’t
want whatever it was
before it was this
for that is gone
and this well this
means nothing to me