My body is dying
Even as it eats the
Pill that keeps tiny
Things from invading.
But we are all dying.

Time seems slow and yet
Gone the way of youth.
I am rushed, wanting now,
I am slowed, being sure.

Soul sorrowful no
Idea why it yearns.
Surely the man don’t
Feed it too much for
It is always seemingly
In such great need.
Like crack to the whore,
Candy to the girl.
It is as base a nature as
It is high an intellect.

I
I do not want to fall in love
But crawl into it sweetly
And with decisive measure.
And yet my crush is becoming
More than unassuming.

II
Tired the day fades
In dapple grays,
Sunshine streaming.
I want
I desire
I need
Selfishly
For I do not truly need.
Never having what I want
Nor the nerve to ask or
Pursue, I marvel
At the newness of
Untried emotions.

I fell running in the street
Skinning knees and palms
While turning to look
As I had gotten too far ahead.
Deep breathes I stole from
Will power seeping
As thoughts of
What to do invaded:
Wanted to wipe my heart
Upon my sleeve and turn
Toward home and in to me.
Wanted to reach out and
Pull you to where I am.
Really didn’t wanna think
Didn’t wanna slow down
Wanted you to catch up,
Enjoy me as much as I you.
Instead I…say nothing.

salt

I love the sun and the air and
The taste of a good day's sweat.
Today I reside in stillness
Looking about in warm sublimity.
Yes I have hopes and dreams
For the future but the present is
So very real and alive...

I run nails along its length and
My nose along its belly,
Take in the scent and test a bit
With the tip of the tongue...

mmm...salt.

I
Wednesday,
Thursday,
Twice last week I
Felt the urge to mark
Denoting ownership.

Instead I turned and took
A long deep look
At what
Could be stirring
In my heart...

Happy where I am
Happy where we are
Happy that I know
Not where we’re going
But hope we’ll go
Somewhere…

I can only say
That on that day
My need was great
And you were far
From touching me.

II
Just a little cut to make a scar
The thought of it and I breathe
So very shallow, lids heavy
Half inebriated in passions
Hold I sucked on smooth
Skin thinking…just a little cut.

III
Plain spoken I regret
My reaction that night
Though not what I conveyed,
only the how.
And I have never known
Regret even when
I broke faith or when
I killed my brother.

IV
I worry too damn much
I also feel too deep
And give to a fault…
But I care long and hard
With the need to be clear.
I only know in your embrace
I feel safe and warm, smiling,
Bright bubbly peach conflicted:
The myriad abstract potentials
Playing like fire in the heart;
Commitment or hurt both
Of which would burn forever…
Both of which I fear.