Monet Days

water lover

I know what you are like:

the horses, those wild mares

you step slowly from the shower,

tossing your mane down, concealing your head, your proud neck,

those Chincoteague ponies, straining free of the sea,

emerging, snort, and cast around, 

unable to see what all the fuss is about

Memory

You're gone, so tonight I'll just 

draw the nails of your memory across my back,

the furrows more exquisite in absence

I forget things

I forget things, and sometimes when I see you,

I hear silenceofrain, 

and I'm confused

when you press your sunbitten lips into mine,

what am I tasting?

I Like When You

I like when you are already in bed when I
  arrive,
       and every movement represents an invitation,
you lie on your side, your hip sculpted into the posture of
 -desireforcaresses-,
                   while you gesture with your hands,
  sending your chest into an up-heaval,
                                               indeed,
your lips keep moving, soundless, despairing
  silenceoftongues,
your ankles, 

              danceofgreeting,
upturned and then hidden again,
        as you tuck them behind you,
moving
to me.

Parity

On Reason

she sez,
you're just lonely,
while stroking my shoulders,
you don't really Care
and probably she's right,

but since when
did we need a reason
for this?



i like
the silken, nervedancing, touchability, slideability
your skin offers my fingers as they trace
the paths other fingers, more careless than mine,
have worn into your skin, and you
smile



Freedom
were you born without a thought?
who walks, that never tasted or believed
of love?
who taught you of freedom, that never told you
of briars and desires?
tell me, truthsayer, of reality,
of your abstractions and the beatings of hearts



Morals
where did these morals come from,
when did they snare me such,
mother, what pain you have saved me,
has been trebled by these unpresumed shackles
you were doing your Best,
thanks, anyways.




in the final moments, it comes out,
you look amazing
since I'm never sure
until you're leaving



Victoria
sunlight strokes your hair,
exploding out with all that life, uncontained by
curls, or hairspray, or civility,
unapologizing
hummingbird reason, hummingbird heartbeat
but you're busy looking at Victoria's secret
ah, shame. you victorian invention.





Ache

futility,
never stopped me,
but maybe practice will teach me,
to hold looser, and smile more.