She leaned over me in her kimono
she asked mewhat do you do all day?you’re always alonedo you ever feel lonely?
Disolved sugars, licked upon pipecleaner legs.Yellow contrails blast from a Florida orange corner. Humid air floats into mouths…
She stretched out the palm of her handNow Desire’s gone, disappeared down the yearsAnd I cannot tell if, without her, it is…
I want to tell you a secret.
First I need you to understand that it’s a very special, very particular
Two poems on love
1. L’mour