Daylight cracks its brittle seam snapping apart
a wish bone night. Venus has mounted Jupiter
already headed for the barn; water simmers
in a cracked kettle, just enough for two.
And you, dark man, curled like a leather belt
in the back of a dresser drawer,
unfurl; I’m curled too, like paperback
pages in August; we’ll meld mauve dreams
and first light. I study you
like a self portrait, you hover
pretending to understand the chaos of shoes
about the room, they lay like punctuations,
a tactile Morse Code. I study these dots and dashes,
you haunt my sleepy head; we crawl under apostrophes
behind question marks. Your gesticulations play
havoc with runway lights as I struggle to lower landing gear.
Our best intentions for enhancing this entry,
have arrived confused. Even so I’m grateful for
awkward aubades, dark coffee and you inside my skin.
a wish bone night. Venus has mounted Jupiter
already headed for the barn; water simmers
in a cracked kettle, just enough for two.
And you, dark man, curled like a leather belt
in the back of a dresser drawer,
unfurl; I’m curled too, like paperback
pages in August; we’ll meld mauve dreams
and first light. I study you
like a self portrait, you hover
pretending to understand the chaos of shoes
about the room, they lay like punctuations,
a tactile Morse Code. I study these dots and dashes,
you haunt my sleepy head; we crawl under apostrophes
behind question marks. Your gesticulations play
havoc with runway lights as I struggle to lower landing gear.
Our best intentions for enhancing this entry,
have arrived confused. Even so I’m grateful for
awkward aubades, dark coffee and you inside my skin.
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