07/06 Don't Let It Be You

I don't know if you know how to love me,
I don't know if I know how to let you.
You tell me not to try,
to be myself,
yet you leave,
you leave,
you leave,
and I,
reach,
for a hand,
and you leave,
you leave,
you leave,
yet,
I water my garden.
I bake biscuits.
I feed the dog.
I take a shower.
I don't know how to
sing it,
this time,
I don't know,
if,
I want to know how,
anymore,
so,
don't give up on me,
please,
don't give up on me,
please,
don't
leave,
not you,
not you,
please,
don't leave,
I know,
the trash needs to be taken out,
the lawn needs to be mowed,
and I have a song to write,
let me sing in love,
let me live in love,
let me understand,
please,
let it be me,
just don't,
let it be you.

7-05 There You See Him...

Sha-la-la-la, la, la
my-oh-my...

You.
sex-driven,
scruff-shadowed,
sweet-smiled,
sky-eyed,
arm-muscled,
burnt-shouldered,
bald-polished,
shirt-unbuttoned,
hair-bellied,
speedo-wearing,
butch-riding,
sultry-singing,
meat-basting,
cub-growling
brute of a
painting fool...

Sebastian
is screaming opera
in your ears.

07-04 Code Brown

the last moment of innocence,
abruptly faltered into the night,
as the star-spangled banner,
bugle-strangled by hours of fatigued,
decided it had enough,
and bed,
was prompted,
called,
and needed,
but not before one last drunk firework in the sky,
as the arm of the milky way,
splattered, spun,
bursting in an enigma of wow,
across the midnight sky,


till

3:00
code brown.
oh god,
oh god,
no really,

shitballs.

07-03 Jag

Black.
Three strikes and your out,
eyes watching,
gold, gold flakes,
swimming through the ferns,
sun-licking,
follow,
sit-on-my-lap,
but don't touch me,
at the table,
every night,
you,
participated in conversation,
and loved the only way you could,
heart,
kiss,
pet,
hug.

07/02 Before I Wake

before I wake,
the heart is breathing,
everything I feel,
filling a night sky full
of falling stars,
breathing,
everything I feel,
is breathing,
with my heart,
untethered,
it hurts,
it hurts so much,
to feel the dawn
reaching out to me,
calling me,
to breathe,
with the running of the sun,
to wake and breathe,
with the running of the sun,
when
everything I feel,
in the falling, rising star,
breathes within my heart,
as I wake

07/01- This Is How My Mother Hugs Me

silver soft,
through,
layers of chocolate,
reveal,
whipped between layers,
of

creamed sugar, cocoa, butter,
slathered, carefully, twisted,
never delicate, but sturdy

gathered honey-combed crumb,
of a

cold reprieve,
from the scorching,
glare of July.

6-30 in the tiki room

Polite.
Listening.
Shock in your,
delicate,
practiced,
eyelashes.

Yet
You let him
whisper, tongue,
in your ears,
fiddling,
stiff, bored, confused,
flattering, playing,
you left,
I didn't want you too.

While others sang,
heart, mind,
he smacked the waiter,
with abuse he felt,
the cycle of his past,
buzzing, smoldering,
in his fingertips,
raking my thighs,
waiting,
patience,
flirtation,
done, he left,
smiling cause he knew,
moments pass,

cracks,
knots,
his heart gathers,
while his back grieves,
searching, flipping,
searching, drinking,
what does he have?
slamming, offering,
you will, dammit, you will,
he never takes no,
but he cannot leave,
he cannot,
he won't let himself,
so I do,
before I am gathered too