it was in the hours
between evening and
the fading warmth
of late afternoon
she could feel the changes
of the season
in the way the rain
fell in short,
whispered breaths
against her window

there are no hands
to hold
the creeping silence
the yellow light
of the lamp
nodding an apology
into the strands
of her hair

when did it change-
the twisting
hurry of the snow?
water is pooling
in the grass and
on the dimpled
sidewalk
bleeding light
like an open sore

this grind breathes a fist
of sublime roast allure
as the Nicaraguan Black Bull

surrenders it’s fat cojones
to the blade and the forced steam
fixes me, dilated,
but still only grooving at 70bpm

I feel so very disco

Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.

i've dreamt of you
since we last met

there
in the mirror
in all your raging glory

pleasure, and freedom
and every other thing beautiful
this is the nature of you

naked, you are my Alabama nights
and my every blue sky day
you have many stars in your hair
where all good wishes are kept
and so many fields in your eyes
wanton with the dancing flowers

i can only stand here behind you
clothed in the shadows of your light
waiting for your golden dawn to break

oh, to have once loved a true lady
of pleasure, and of freedom
and of every other thing beautiful
and to have shared in her glory

there
in the mirror
i've dreamt of you

kissing is harmless,
it's when he's gripping your thighs and you've got your hand down his pants that it becomes dangerous.

Corroded and corrupt minds
Blather away at accompanying tables.  
Loose lips tell tales of loose hips and wide smiles.
The chortle together, mimicking that of a ****** of crows.
Their chairs creak and moan under the weight of their girdles.
Fat men of lowly stature
Tell exuberant narratives of lives never truly lived.
Each one trying to out do the others,
With words longer than their *****.