Saturday, July 25, 2020

once when love was finger tips
participating every new inch of you
how could i know silence
wound like slippery tongue holds
keeping secrets no longer
than the hard erect penis of worth while
afternoons
all golden like they always said
all forever like they all said did not exist
as long a there is breath
there with you
always

too loud for whispering
how could our bodies ever be so gentle
our tears slow wonder
our separation a distant ledgend
an unavoidable prophecy