Seconds

My life now 
is of seconds
seconds yes of
time for it
has slowed down
but things that
I have and
things I do
things I eat
and things I
love are all
but seconds having
already been firsts
to someone else
funny thing about
seconds they are
the only thing
that once gone
can’t be gotten
but then again
yes they can

Buckle

I recently bought 
a new belt
and the sound
that the buckle
made as it
was loosened flooded
my mind with
memories and then
I remembered why
because the first
time you and
I were together
yours reminded me
of sleigh bells
heralding a present
that I was
about to unwrap

Nightmare

I dreamt again 
about devious things
treacherous things seen
and even unseen
and as I
turned each page
of my nightmares
the manipulation grew
to the point
that I forced
myself to awaken
and recognize the
reality of you
why then in
dreams do you
disappear when in
fact it was
in one where
I found you
perhaps it’s because
dreams miss you

VeryJazz

There is just 
something about jazz
right before the
night breaks into
the day the
snare of your
heart beating slowly
the cymbals of
your eyes as
they slowly open
the bass of
your tummy as
it rises falls
and those smooth
piano keys of
your ribs which
emit a squeal
when played upon
you are my
very own very
early very jazz

BrushSoapRazor

There are certain 
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too