#1
A pause,
passionate,
tense,
uncomfortable.
A breath,
weighty
and grieved.
Words
clashing
in a feeling fanfare
like overlooped cymbals
resonating on your
forcefully
repressed
lust.
Your tongue rolls back
attempting to wind
on the most desired
phrases. You doze off.
Your life wanders to a bitter
and painful separation.
A consolation on a passenger seat.
A new shoulder with
an old perfume
inveterate on the sleeve’s
fabric. A kiss
where the feeble
and haste
encompass urge.

A wedding reception.
You’re dressed in white,
but don’t feel compromised.
Almost empty glasses
and vestiges of a fight
on your sore throat, while the sheets
are portrayed like make-up sex.
Your image of my naked back
turned to you.
(you) Float
slowly
above me
to see
how the tiny holes of the blinds
form a perforated line
above my brows.
It may feel like peace.
It may feel better than
the unsatisfying now,
but it is worth the risk?

You falter
as if
you had just learned
you could talk.
I wait.
You turn off.