Almost There
Death eyes us in the storm
On Alligator Alley
Rain washes us toward the
Gutter edge of our graves
You steer us side-road down to
Deco indulgence in South-Beach
We fill our guts with
Croque-Madame and crepes
Beer wine warm camaraderie
Fervent friends from Frankfurt
In Venice you sing your sad song 'til
Your detractors spill their tears
We shall forget it won't we
Your slipping into bed beside me
Two dreamers adrift under the
Comforter and your playing guitar
Next door to the wedding house
Secret tokes up-deck drunk on sea air
In waves over dazzling midnight sand
What we remember most the marble
Patterned fine tile warm water shower
Touching kissing watching the attraction
You want to wash me with your penis
You say and our intimacy shifts from the
Nakedness of bodies to our laid bare minds
As you give me an orgasm of solitude
Jack 6-11-14
Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
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