Your eyes the color
of autumn and shaped
like pecans your smile
as delicate as porcelain
as white as alabaster
your chin a point
separating the triangles
of your jaw your throat
a pillar of strength and
the pools of your clavicle
invites my kiss
I kiss your velveteen
lips feel the moist softness
like a damp cloth and
move my tongue
to yours

Words stick
chewing gum
to shoes in my
fingers can’t
dance on the
keyboard like
ballerinas instead
stop
like boulders of
thought creating
a roadblock to creativity
words hesitate
an interrogation of
ideas in a cul de sac
round like spun sugar
round and round
until

I know now
what writing is
like that is honest
it’s brutal like a bear
maul
it’s exposing like
a good cry
it’s painful like a
thorn
and it’s naked
like children
under swimming
pool showers
giggling and jumping
writing honest
is like
talking to
my lover

Like a good
boy scout I
told the truth
today to my
lover
truth stung bee
stings and bit
junkyard dogs

I bled remorse

My lover a pillar
stood his ground
like a Centurian

and forgave me

Lovers it is
said are
the missing
half of our
soul

Longing for one
I searched everywhere
a man that lost his keys
under every rock
I burrowed dirt under
fingernails
when I didn’t find one
I found two alike
hitched together like
oxen they present
themselves as one