What You Leave, What I Keep

You left concave shapes
scattered around the house
molds filing up with my tears.

I keep fine fibers
of you – hair strands, sock lint, dust
-warm in my pocket.

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Love and Lust

Between slowly savoring

citrus bubble kisses

thick fructose syrup smiles

and the rush of Black Tar Hennessy waterfalls drowning a voice inside as another screams for more, for more, for more, for more

Between these lies the difference

What I always wanted to Say . . .

What I always wanted to say to you lied underneath lake pebbles.

What I always wanted to say got tangled in water lily roots.

What I always wanted to say seeped down deep beneath grim and sand.

What I always wanted to say was stirred up by an earthquake.

What I always wanted to say got swallowed by a catfish.

What I always wanted to say was mixed with bile.

What I always wanted to say was fried up.

What I always wanted to say was served with hush puppies.

What I always wanted to say was dipped in tartar sauce.

and swallowed by your lovely lips.