A logical progression or when to be sure he absolutely digs you

not forgetting
your laptop needs upgrading
and telling you
he'll make it happen

i admit to nothing yet

Every day I dig
deep into flesh
‘round ribs
to my heart
tug and tug till

I cup you
in my hands
watch you
like a lizard
on the wall
on the
hot concrete sunning

(am I that warm to you?
that you are drawn?
Let me
be that warm to you)

put you back
watch you sleep
walk about with you
in my heart
deep.

into week seven

Chelsea walks from room-to-room
looking, sniffing, checking
couch, bed, patio chair, ash tray
and then some.

I tell her
she’ll see you soon
but the words fall deaf on a dog’s ears
hollow when what she really hears
is my own missing you.

is this falling

When you go
some-bit of good is gone and
I watch over-long
in the light of day left
with imprints of flesh
I touched and tasted taut-wet
left looking past and to
that morrow and morrow
after-morrow when
nothing but a girl am I
that gets lost, wonders…

is this falling
or have I felled?