a poem for two
for memories' sake inhale
sweet quince and milk chocolate
roughly, stubbled cheek on mine
the nighttime effervesces
an aged, brittle me-ss morphs into you-ngness
a fearful asymmetry
burning bright
burning bright
it heats the night
to enwrap ourselves as one
only with one eye on the door
one ear on the driveway
adrenalin pumping
surreptitiousness
into pleasure -
making
half-smiles
half-smiles
and muffled noises
redouble
inward esctasy.
I was young once
you are young now
is what my hands tell me
they go places long forgotten
have I never loved before?
they never knew my hands before
they just needed feather dustin'
faded jeans and young hands
loosen old knots and loosed love
while time ticks on
embers die off
leaving the unbearable cold deadweight of duty
a whiff of quince and
the scent of Cacharel
has a hot headiness of its own
to be enjoyed
only with another eye on the door
only with another eye on the door
another ear on the driveway
adrenalin pumping
blood rushing
into pleasure -
making
half-smiles
half-smiles
and muffled noises
redouble
unforgotten
unforgotten
