In Hawaii
my home
is built on
stilts and
overlooks
a canyon of
houses
trees of leafy
green overgrow
gardens all
wild now like
animals
the street lamps
like orange
pearls dot
darkness
the breeze
is smooth
like custard
Category: Romance
Night time
It’s night
my back
is to you
as I sit
and stare
at the moon
sheets
were fresh
snow hours
ago become
drifts you
lay naked
embracing
a pillow
like a life-jacket
my eyes
can’t shut
when I see
you there
a child
exhausted
by a day
at the
beach
Breakfast
Breakfast
is served
entwined
in cotton and
bathed in
sunlight
first course
is your shoulder
poking through
meringue
second is
your torso
bronzed
bathing in early
morning sun
sliced by wafting
sheers
dessert
is a sweet
surprise
from the
south
Stephen
Long ago
fondness
prompts
me to
think
about memories
dog-eared
and yellow
they crumble
now into an
ashy pool
he was
my first lover
longing ache
I recall
like a god
an idol
I worshipped
memorizing
him
Bones II
I hear
his bones
at night
We’ve aged
like bourbon
grown old and
brown and smooth
we swallow the other
and taste wisdom
and lost innocence
I hear
his bones
at night
a quiet calipso
of age he turns
to me
even his
smile cracks.
