cdxx. liberty

i moved freely like the top that spun only from other people’s hands.

cdxix. yousweetsexythangyou

i pierce you, my dick like a bayonet in your somnolent orifice, weary like me, hoping you pour out more for us to float on. you, the gondolier guiding me as i surround your venetian boat vessel.

cdxviii. ghost riders

you say the forever words when your lips cover mine, yet when i’m astride i see ghosts ride you, too.

cdxvii. smallville

i imagined myself donning a superman cape, bursting from my safe place to carry you to where no one could follow.

cdxvi. more lessons learned today

my footsteps come slower now. loneliness cuts a wider swathe through the darkness. i have lost my way in the maze of signs, all claiming to mark the road home.

cdxv. confident gaze

i reach out one arm to the future.

cdxiv. yesterday’s kiss

our bodies played hide and seek. your tongue probed my mouth, searching for yesterday’s kiss. you knew how to ask for sex in six different languages. i wished you were as proficient in love.

cdxiii. wilson st

i imagine old friends coming over for a barbecue and i call everyone by first name. sometimes it’s so real, i taste their favorite drinks on my tongue.

cdxii. gone though hell

i think those love-sodden days have swept past me, the gate short-ended and barred. my face is a road map for aging fucks, a compass pointing south.

cdxi. the typhoon season

defiant, i sing along, face the night sky, swallow raindrops, dance, until i know that yes, i can survive anything.