Friday, November 27, 2015

wrapped ,,,,



you tease me with your need, apples & emptiness
... struggling to hardwire
lounging there in yellow silk boxers 
against
your fathers blueprint--aging without remorse or awareness
-i hate football-
and struggle to understand my fragility
what is it that binds & stretches to accommodate our twisted, wounded selves
acceptance comes with a cost; 
a kiss tasting of popcorn & fresh red peppers
a blizzard whorls beyond our walls ....
and if you would open just long enough, 

    would 
               fall
into blue eyes 14 thousand feet deep
and rich with wisdom & words and muscles hard & willing ,,,,
our bones are old and speak of chasms of mirth & merit
replete with lovers, summers & wine ...
why the goodbye... why walls of blue-glass brick ....
only to find the hole again ...
altars of divine care & memory to what was & what could be ...
sparked by flannel warmth & distance spanned by
(ultimately) 
love ....

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