Dan

Kicking stones beneath our feet
we circled the track
round and back
mile after mile,
until of course
our keepers noticed
and pulled our respective files.
But still we found a way
to fill the lonely days
until at night we could unite
on brick back steps
under a summer moon
that faded far too soon.
I snuggled into your emptiness
it made me feel alive,
I adopted the role that you so needed,
to be your mystic guide,
But I, your scorpion starlight,
I, your broken savior,
was nothing more
than a simple fool
completely unaware
that while pulling the splinter
from your eye
I was ignoring the plank
in mine.


2/2005

Stripped

You linger
in lavender scented
swings of my wrist,
handwriting round and insecure,
cool languid looks
over shell stripped shrimp,
and spicy red cocktail sauce
absentmindedly dripped and licked.

Lying here
listening to a newly wound clock
tick-tick-ticking
an incessant reminder of destiny,
while I with flint metallic voice
chase away dogs and distractions
ill aligned with evenings plan-
to entertain my inner whore
with you.

You,
with arms crossed in distant desire,
one moment,
and the next-in deep discreet divulgence
suede shouldered fingertip brush,
with shy smile and enthusiastic nod,
bringing both to this dark sanctuary
of sweat and arms,
caress and lace,

only to be awoken both abruptly
by reality's slap in the face.