Discounted Poetry

You spied her with the other guys, She has no secret smile Just for you, Her lips Red  So Red, Nature Cruel, Chaotic, Tooth and claw For all the boys. Is this exotic treat an ice cream Spilling sugary delights From cone onto concrete, Across bed sheets? Does everybody get a lick? Your pride is caught, Her dress, a wiry twist of calico, A mess of cotton, Mouth your cosmos entire, Tongue along the underside. - 3/6/26

You can squeeze Until your veins Arise upon your brow. The water never flows Or drips A bit. She lands her hand On top your shoulder. She will always lay her hand. She looks into your eyes. The grating on the furnace Slides aside, The heat is unbelievable, Unbearable, Invigorating. She lands her hand On top your knee, On top your thigh. It always finds its way So close. The spark will light the fuse. It never reaches dynamite. A stone is ever stone, No matter  If you swear You see it sweat. You can squeeze Until your veins Explode from out your brow. - 3/5/26

I strain to lift you near me From the tides. I fear you're slipping down Despite my grip. You don't see All the evenings Wasted wondering How many of your daily smiles I have earned, How many were angelic gifts of grace. Before you sink to bed, Do fragments of headlights glide Across your midnight overhead, Shifting to a phantom cast of faces, Swells of cheeks Or blurs of waiting lips? Does 4 o'clock entice your mouth Imagining my taste? I see nocturnal paradises Burn away beneath the orange hues Sent by the brutal sun. How late were you awake? Inside the shade and shadows, In the shimmer on the surface of your ceiling, Did your drowsy eyes Chance spy me in your room, An undulating image on the water, Or have currents wrapped around your fleshy thigh And pulled you gently too far down, Away? - 3/4/26

Your lips are resting wetly open So just slowly say my name. It's simple, One small syllable, And lifts from off your tender tongue Like the young red-breasted robin Finally arising From the lowest limb. - 3/3/26

I swear I felt your fire Through the airborne icy particles between And saw your brilliant circle About pathetic fools Who loathed to leave the darkness. I felt, Yet I did not believe Although I carried you. Your god of love did smite, My doubt my guilt. No chain or rock or hungry raven, Just an aimless warmth without a lover, Imprecise endeavor, Hunger without clarity or object. Undeniable rock always rolling over. - 3/2/26

You and I are naked nerves in winter, Sheathless in electric storms. If someone carried a canoe Or if we knew a common tongue... We curl protecting our softest undersides. I do not believe you hide a weapon, But I'm often incorrect And I can't comprehend your speech. We're both a country's length from shores. Perhaps we're seeking warmth, A covered cove to pull up on After being flung from splintered moorings, Home. The lightning's over. The black rebounds victorious. I see walls of water, Nothing more. Your voice is underneath the roaring. - 2/27/26