Separate Skills

i want you to face me
turn away from the bookshelf
black thong stretch
too hot for a top
walk towards the fan
drop the thong drop
on the couch
and tell me to leave
because it’s that
damn
hot…….

i want you to lay on the bed
skin too fair to sun tan
but stay in your skin
ass up with belly down
and text your texts to the stars
and digital world of non existents
you will be someone else’s beauty queen
because you are just that
damned

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the Summer heat has died down
the fighting is over
passports are renewed
luggage is separated

i hope you know where you’re going
growing beyond me
unable to fight or care for
caring is such an evil
word

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swimming in the ocean is an elusive experience
God speaks to you as you are drowning
muffled distant words bubbling beyond your ear
and as you float on your back
you believe you can see it all
staring into the sun
looking past the blue – blue sky
the water drying all around
caked in salt….

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here is the healing part
but is it solo or dual citizenship?
you are still that beautiful
but life is sometimes ugly

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the house is a hot word
air taps on the window but the luckless breeze
sends it afternoon home
and inside the home the house is filled with rooms
questions and kisses
or memories of
and sleep comes late into the night
morning leaves the sheets to battle
this July heat
2 weeks of rage before
8 months of sweaters
and 1 or both pair
of boots?

Marriage

I wish my bed were a cot,
placed in the middle of an Ontario forest
on a June-lit night, till the second week of
September.
I wish my clothes were the embodiment of earth
far away from death,
in the colors of October, when everything is going home
and home for me were already here.
The poplars could be my rain
the soft white cedars a, fortress Cathedral
God would be jealous
but pleased to visit,
realizing for the first time
what His hands have created.
I wish you were here to share it all
and you are,
in return I’m realizing for the first time
why God created what He’s created.