Month: July 2015

I saw one of your friends pecking at Me Lady’s window last night,
Bald with a long billed baseball cap, he was

carrying a blue bottle of beer.
His beard was thin and wiry, gray and scant, his

Eyes still bore the reflection of the dancer
He sat with at a bar moments before.

He waved me to come near and though I wanted to join him
I did not, the two of us would not make a fitting pair.

True, He is four-square, a sturdy dependable warrior,
Ready to brawl for a night with Me Lady and a peek at her breast,

While I, just as eager for Me Lady, whisper words of love and
scribble poor rhymes for the chance to bury myself in her belly.

Alas, he and I share the love of drunken folly and dissonant desires,
But we cannot be friends and share her sweet milk and succor.

Tell him when you see him that while we can not know each other,
We can know she loves us both as she loves the night and the day.

I watch the movies like everyone else

but In the lining of the curtains, the background singer’s words, the sprocket holes of the film,
effervescence of the soft drinks, the quiet red lights of the passageways,
the hum of the air conditioner, the occasional small talk,
I hear a voice they do not

Speaking without stopping through the airport and restaurant announcements,
The idle chatter, the songs and the Gospel,
it is always there

I know the meaning is not in the words,
it is my voice that frightens me.

Their dreams,
like snow mansions,
melt in the sun.

You smile
at his desire
He touches your breasts, your thighs, your womb
(In the closet
words, boots and shoes
tumble to the floor)
You offer your body,
I surrender.