13/30

rush of cool
night air
harsh against the back of
my throat

brush of your
warm lips
igniting sparks deep in
my primal mind

sting of icy
snowflakes
churning around us in
December's darkness

Searching hands
curious with inexperience
seeking the heat
between our clumsy hearts

Knowing eyes follow
wounded and weak-kneed
we're tearing away from
shamed cravings

the folly of our innocence

12/30

'41
The bomb dropped
exploding 
sending shrapnel
into everyone's lives

Newlyweds
off to war
Not even 2 weeks in

Making first love in
a row boat under
voyeur Moon

Sharing tiny
1 bedroom apartment
with another
doomed couple

life lived in
stolen moments
a whole 24 hours
or
four 6 hour segments?

How long can
we make the love
stretch out?

How long before one
of us is
snuffed out?

Cigarette smoke clings
to the hostile air
and human ash
swirls in the wind

Making love and war

11/30

a night at the Bay
chilly breeze sweltering beats
perfect conditions

10/30

Your pain is
palpable
rising off of you 
like
heat waves off of the 
bubbling pavement
of a hot desert road

a mirage
something you have 
worshiped
now revealing its 
true intent

to pull your achingly
yearning
young
heart 
from its not so 
well defended
crib between your ribs

and squeeze it to a 
pulpy mess

your boiling blood 
drips
from his long 

(once entwined in your hair; 
wrapped around the small of your back;
dipped into crevice of pleasure)

fingers
down his beautifully 
shaped forearms
to pool in the sand
beneath his feet

Young hearts, run free

9/30

Let us run
on freedom infused legs

In dusk dimmed fields of emerald
and ochre

Where we will dive
into ever deepening
pools of shade
floating beneath indigo sky

Let us wade
with arms wide and open

through still holy waters
of sapphire and sterling

digging caves into the
murky depths
Our feet firmly flat
on clay riverbeds

Let us breathe
our mother's majesty

Life creating life sustaining life
auras of crimson and topaz

Feel with your toes
her lush tangled mossy carpet
The dust and stone of her skin
the pureness of baptismal breath

Let us bathe
In gun metal moonlight

soaking in her eternal rays
pearl and alabaster

Drawing near, hands intertwined
at the witching hour
Even mighty Hecate
does not know this magic

8/30

What's it like 
knowing
you are going to die
without ever truly being loved?

No one has wasted time getting to
know you

Spent waking hours in the dead of night
wondering about your touch

Boiled and raged inside
with their desire to kiss
you

Wandered a lonely street
wishing
you
were by their side

Sure, many fine actors will
show up as your bell tolls

They will shed their
forced
crocodile tears
long enough for your
corpse to cool so they
can make a quick grab for your
cash

The only thing of possible value
you will leave behind

They will cry for themselves
joy at inheriting all of your
now useless and filthy paper

built on the sweat and fear and needs
and sacrifices
of
others

This was your life's work

All of us die alone
But not all of us have to die
lonely

But you will.

7/30

Good memories
live here 
too

among the dark corners
and dusty turrets
of Addams like mind-mansion

Good memories
worth shedding  
time machine tears over

surprisingly sunny days
spent in cool pool of
mother's sister

laughing cousins
Marco! Polo!
jumping in and taking off

chilly afternoons spent curled 
up with favorite novel
reminder of not being the only one

Good memories of 
brothers and sister
before the truth set in

summer nights at dusk
as records spin and inspire
sitting on roof top dreaming

middle of the day July thunderstorms 
when the sky would turn bright pink and purple
afterwards, when we dried from our rain dances

Cool evenings in front of fire pit
friends sing along to steel strings being strummed
mother ganja warming us all from inside

foggy windows of car
hidden deep in local park's trees
the air sweating with our lust

late night phone calls 
revealing who we really were
before we thought to do so online

hilariously grimy moments
I should dust off a little more often
even though I hate to clean

Good memories
live here 
too