Discounted Poetry

You slurped like soup A spoonful of the moon, Its light, mysterious,  Escapes your narrowed eyes Beguiling. I smell the slightest fur On top your arms. You bathe in citrus And blueberry cream. You taste of river water And the freshest, sweetest streams, And I am grateful for the mattress, Dizzy, drowning from my feet. - 8/25/26

Her language does away with words And speaks a poetry of hidden yearnings. She is nothing I imagined, Frightening, exciting. She is draining to the ocean; She will never be able to stay. Softly snoring on my shoulder She breathes out worlds. - 8/24/26

I'm keeping watch across the door, Standing in the rain You're falling free in love, Time lapse photography. The moments fast, Remembered leisurely. I'm keeping watch across the door, Sitting in the rain. The days together, Sepia, A series, Burst of shots Of intimate seconds  And animated laughter Only analyzed Years after. I'm keeping watch across the door, Lying in the rain. The end, A slow developing Polaroid, A sparse tableau in colors hollow, Instantly dated, Slowly realized. - 8/21/26

The planks dissolved again. I tumbled endlessly Through layers grey, Unsure, uncertain. Darkness shot between The blaring panels white. When I am lost, My mind will stray about Until the harsh contrasts Relax and melt, Revealing narrow eyes That scatter shades ambivalent, Her lips impossibly So soft Cascading over And across Descending. - 8/20/26  

It is nothing like The nights we both Were younger, Kisses drier, Cotton crisper Than your pleats Now puddled On the carpet. Tomorrow, Neither you nor I Will smile While thinking Of this, Your regret, My hunger. - 8/19/26

The summer presses over us. Sugar lemon water Pours between our lips. And to you, It's just a stop for gas. You think my ass is cute, My hair's endearingly too long. For me, It is the chorus to every yearning song I've written since my teens. - 8/18/26