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geese, gluttonous
for warmth go
flying, honk over-
head rewind
winter

malheureux

sick in a strange land
where flags don't flap
though there's cold wind
at the windows
and my fever is slight
enough to chill me to
sleep

warm empty bed at home
where i wish
that even a stranger
sexy, would come lay
tonight while i'm away

her

the moments between
when you are dressed
and undressed before
me collide, pink, lace

skinperfect, you glide
bite your bottom
lip, beckon and bring
me tingly to your

hip-cups 'valleys'
ignite tongue to
your thighs vistas
your eyes miles

away, love your
eyes molten inside
spine curved in
the cups of my hands

territory i enter
and leave, mapbook
in hand charts
your topography

rise and fall of your
chest as you sleep
my fingertips miss
you, my dreams are

suchdeep pools you
fall into

milkyway (?)

how many consecutive heart-
beats lead to a full life peppered
with all failures, wisdom

what triad of experience lets
us see inside-out the whole
pinpointillstic life diagram

latent layers of dreams
in us collide with timewords
new worlds born in us

let loose what you love
and its wings being light
might return you tidelike

dash. dot. dash. DASH!

cheers!
here's to losing hope:
we'll probably never
be together...fuck time!

"but time always fucks
you." true. but can't i wish
otherwise, i might have to
wait for heartbreak

so, connections don't have to,
can't, last over distance?
maybe i shouldn't have thrown
that penny into that pool

should have known i'd
find it wet in my pocket
later. cheers! to putting
the fun back in futility!

the tricky past

smoking martinis

living slowly into sleep

this day a notending

everbatllement reading le fue

i fall asleep over and

over here waiting for planes

so many to take me ocean-

ward. over board walk the plank-

ton, yes, silly. i'm seeing your face

improvised in my curtains,

the small sliver of moon

that i nearly pointed out to

a boy waiting for the bus,

as i wait for your lips

lipelula.