love like wine

dancing on the sidewalk at the small café
whisper to me sweetly and I’ll hear what you say

sweet apple blossoms on your blouse and hair
when we are together there is no one there

oh love baby… love is like the wine
intoxicating but you must breathe some time

spread across black satin or draped on a chair
loving you is really like needing air

as we stumble forward as the band plays that song
as the night slowly rises or as the day goes on

oh love baby… love is like the wine
intoxicating but you must breathe some time

midnight coffee

the perspiration of hesitation runs beneath my collar down vertebrae by vertebrae past the knot of silence screaming...

clogging my throat…
pour another damned cup of coffee and shut the fuck up until the morning comes with the sound of traffic and congestion…
clouds belong in the sky not across an ultra sound image…
pour coffee, stir in 1/2 sugar, remove spoon, then gently pour in cream...

sip and cry til morning...

short truth

No one is going to be happy about this but I am back but for all the wrong reasons… my usual support area is MIA… and I am feeling a little antsy.

I think that I have fallen in love again… which does not mean that I have fallen out of love with my current partner… just there is the added complication which is not entirely needed in my life.