And yet again
The skies clear
And the last
Of rain falls
From leaves and
Eaves as diamonds
Hang as raindrops
Off the peonies
While sunlight breaks
Through warming streets
Making them steam
Like old locomotives
This was you
Today for me
And yet again
The skies clear
And the last
Of rain falls
From leaves and
Eaves as diamonds
Hang as raindrops
Off the peonies
While sunlight breaks
Through warming streets
Making them steam
Like old locomotives
This was you
Today for me
On everyone there
A place a
Place rarely touched
That when touched
Unlocks all of
Life’s passions it
Is a place
This place where
Lovers swim languidly
In the cool
Pools of each
Other there they
Find their reflection
For me it’s
Right there six
Inches just south
Of your chin
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
And like so
Many days before
These gnats which
Alight on my
Body biting sucking
Irritate me I
Find a pool
Of mud in
Which to dive
Keeping these parasites
Finally at bay
This is love
And once again
What I thought
Was progress was
Simply an editor’s
Error the word
You hung on
Me until I
Turned the page
Then you disappeared
Into an elipse
Like oh so
Many many others