It is said
That when you
Taste something that
You get used
To its flavor
Two minutes later
Not so with
Your kisses I
Never ever never
Got used to
Them which is
Why I miss
Them so today
Category: Gay
NextTime
You haunt me
Like my favorite
Character of the
Novel I just
Finished that never
Got to marry
His own princess
Like the patient
Dog under the
Table waiting for
The bone to
Be offered and
Watching it thrown
To the wolves
Maybe they both
Think there’s always
The next time
OldFriends (to You)
The best chili
Is the chili
Prepared one day
And ate the
Next there’s something
About waiting that
Doubles its flavor
It steeps thickens
And deepens color
Parts just disappear
Until they land
Yet once again
And that mmmmm
That’s you too
My old friends
MiraclePrayer (to Bean)
And today perhaps
Perhaps just today
Your miracle happens
If I were
An Angel and
Could grant your
Wish I certainly
Would but like
So many others
I’m a demon
Looking for my
Own salvation in
This crippling world
Of abject damnation
Writing this I
Pray that you
Are blessed by
Yours long before
I’m given mine
For that is
The closest thing
To a miracle
I can muster
Hellos (to Bean)
There is something
About the surprise
Of a fresh
Overnight snow fall
Something crisp chilling
And clean something
Just like your
Smile the other
Night upon arrival
It brought newness
To the area
Season of Christmas
Of surprises and
Hope that maybe
Last time will
Be the last
Time that we
Say goodbye and
From now on
A simple series
Of just hellos
Wonderful fresh crisp
And warming hellos
