Counting Change

So I go.

Ten steps away from freedom,
A breath towards insanity

Light playing out upon the street
The sound of touching leaves

Wind through strands of hair
The doubtful summer sun

Is it wrong to know?

"You Can't Take it With You"

There is a truth
Deep inside the act of wanting you
Some grain of lust
Well soiled, into flower grows
De-flowered and sucked of pollen
We are the dying bees
In a crowd of amphibians

Oh, I want you
Or some image of you
Petal to petal and skin to skin
A rush of blood to the loins
Spring rains eternal
Flood of body heat and sweat
Sitting on an airplane.

Twelve Thirty

The light flickers

There is hesitation between the forefinger
and the thumb

Just a slight tension

Day Five

The rough rocky taste of salt
and pounding waves
I peer into darkness
Find tiny caps of white
Inhale and Exhale and Inhale