Augmented like the leaves; crumpled
Under sheets of snow; softening the blow as
I hit a root with my foot and fall head over heels
For your orange peel layered coats.
Though your curves are hidden
I see them in Swirling sterling rings
Singing psalms from your palms.
Each calm embrace my prize;
The chase temporarily halted,
Exalted on iced asphalt.
Could it be that sipping ginger tea is more than just a pastime?
And why does my heart love another?
Under cover all I want is to feel
Your concealed pale skin
Inch by inch across crumpled sheets;
Pillows tossed onto the floor.
What's more, before I knew your name I knew your game;
Monopoly of the moment.
An opponent in this game of chess;
A pawn at dawn; such voluptuous breasts,
I'm in checkmate before a move is made.
So afraid and anxious interlacing our fingers
The sensation lingers lyrically in my head.
Deprived of you;
A fledgling who grew feathers but has yet to fly, Contact like Prozac intensified.
You get the gist;
your fists list longing in perfect dialect;
Language of lovers.
Entranced to see that ants also dance the way we do;
A universal poem,
Giraffing your neck every time that I enter your sight line;
A quick change of direction as if some introspection had embarrassed you;
Made you select a new hue, un peau rouge.
Each embrace displaces my soul.
I overflow from my crown drowning out dreams
Until streams of thought are undistinguishable from this moment.
Alas in those eyes; those thighs, I find peace.
Could it be that maybe we like MP3's are easily downloaded into songs?
What's wrong with this moment?
Even if thereís no future, this sutra might be all that matters.
Splattered like paint, self restraint stains my apparel.
A barrel in motion even if devotion is only to the now.
Itís still devotion fully and completely;
Sheets of sleet spread ahead on lifeís path
I feel the beat brake but choose to slide instead
Into the intersection.
Intersecting with you if only for a while would stencils smiles for miles in my eternity
Donít play with fire they say ď you might get burnedĒ But a little heat is all that I yearn for in this Michigan winter.
Reiterated thoughts of you splinter my mind.
So tell me
will you rhyme with me;
expose prose to adipose tissue until the explodes and catches fire;
a burning pyre,
set ablaze by the friction of Nonfictional love?
A hand in a glove, can I slide inside you; see the obscene yet serene solstice of your soul?
Celestial daughter will you flow like water with me
Or brush me off onto the floor like coke thatís been cut so many times that the only thing itís good for is brushing your teeth and then spiting into the sink?
Think about it; I have been for almost two years.