Years Pass

Oh, that sharp intake of breath
The words, I was wrong
And I am still wrong
I have not changed enough
My remorse intact
Shatter this arrogance
Oh, that sharp intake of breath

Inches to Kisses

Pink softness of lips
Surrounding tongues
Mouths gaping open
Pleasures of touch
Teeth smooth and even

Fingers to bottom lips
Wetness engulfs them
Warm breath on hands
Shivers from vein to vein
Desires in these moments

30

Make it hard for oneself
Loving, that is
Find a dunce cap
Fashion it into affection

Pointed tip and easy,
Insert here.
Two naked bodies
nothing but life breathe

Ration bread and lust
Jam it on, Jam it in
Jam on it
What do I really feel?

Budapest (I)

Oh, the day after days
and a formula is made
Reversing order of affection
Affection is for lovers

Seated pin cushion of you
and me and all the days
in between goodbyes
and a formula is made

Kissed you once enough
then five times lacking
Seated pin cushion of you
and me perched on top