the story

once when I was blind

I tripped into you

lost most everything else

it felt like honey and flight and wavelength

the ground, shadowed here and again

the weather winded and sultry

and me reciting story under my breath

as leaves shivered beneath my feet

and miles passed

native, forgotten

feeling myself

the forest for the trees

I have faith in everything

and nothing

I have courage despite what lays before

and behind me

And, above all, I have love

mercurial

efficient

and impervious to any dichotomy

or reduction

nectar

heavy with dew

she skated the branch

soft

almost dropping off

her heart explosive,

rapid

her trajectory corrected

on a dime

wings incandescent,

laden with potential and refraction

yummy, don’t you think?

mr.

i remember you

your sweet earth smell

your sensual discovery and mastery of me

your tight whispered incantations

and lady ghosts

i remember how your mouth and hands and smell and voice near drove me insane

those hot thunderstorm moments

endless, blissful, stretched out magic moments standing against your powerful dark body, smoking, still smelling of you, watching the forrest edge shiver green

Brooklyn

building blocks

roaring at times

on my mind and all around me

overflow and underpass

kinetic

linear

yearning

neverland

hydrangea

hello

you

darling man

rewind

and return my greeting

now

give yourself a moment

end of road kind of thinking

and knowing better