It’s raining
in Hawaii
locals say
it’s the gods
weeping
clouds hang
like snagged
balloons and
move quickly
through the
basin stopping
to drop ladels
of water on my
neighbors
curtains of rain
are drawn closed
here at home
Category: Growing Up
Kindling
I’m still
sleepy this
morning
the smell
of you
hangs
like netting
above the bed
our room is
littered
with light
closing curtains
will bathe us
in darkness
our nakedness
draws chills
even your arms
can’t blanket
the tickling air
you pull me atop
you like a blanket
hoping my weight
will warm you but
its the heat
of my heart that
strikes
the kindling of our
limbs
My Beautiful
lays next
to me
his torso
wrapped
in sheets
like ribbon
he stands
next to me
adjusting his
shirt and trousers
like a nervous
teenager
quit fidgeting I say
which causes him
to laugh leaning
in to kiss me
his lips soft as down
cover mine
tongues begin to
dance as I moan
and fall to bed
looming above me
like an egret in a shallow
pond he targets
my mouth with his
beak
Dario
as curious
as a kitten
we laugh at life’s
silliness his face
is as genuine as
a diamond its facets
shimmer in dim
light causing me to
squint
his body long and lithe
mounds of muscle flesh
arms like weapons
his gentleness surprises
me his crooked smile
draws me nearer
like sirens
his flank is where
my hand sits holding
onto rythym
nails draw down
his back scratching
like bear claws causing
streaks of red ink
pouty lower lip
beckons kisses
Opinion(s)
there are as many
as there are leaves
on the tree
yet all of them
are like a
wind
that blows
for no
reason