Passion and politics

 

 

Raindrops are lost to clods of dirt
stirred by your footfall
you- so much taller than I
I thought they were your tears
falling over my head

I wish you had been sober
when you said you wanted me
I wish you had been kinder
when you got sober

You voted badly-I know it
you hammered me with your politics
you didn’t know shit
about foreign policy

You still could have stayed-
you could untie my knots
and did not tell me, while
I was trying to get at your heart

You said you hated the Beatles
but I still would have stayed
when you smashed my vintage ABBA record-
I walked out and you panicked

I miss you staring into my eyes
til I had to look down
I miss staring at your lap
til you blushed

It is raining again
the clods of dirt
stirred up by your footfall
I still listen for

our circle is unbroken

you come and you come
you roll over and go
your sharp sword shoved back
into your pants
your heart
the color of my garden
once red
black on the edges of winter

in the falling
and lingering
and aligning
and clinging
I missed the part of you
still a boy
ignoring
that you handled me
like a toy

sweet spring puppy love
I slurped it up
the whole pie until
it was all over my face
I ate up the gentle way
you said baby
please baby

and now you smile
your shoes under my bed
and you come and you come
and then
you go

The hair on your chest

No one told you
when you were half naked
pressed up against the wall
touched until you were brand new

No one told you
when you were drowning in love
and falling through promises
cherished beyond breath

They never told you
that day when eternity was vowed
and she touched your chest softly
and felt your head explode when you came

That some day
she wouldn’t want to touch your hair
anymore. That someday he would not want
to hear your voice except to answer him

Does she know you have
gray hair on your chest
Did he look into your eyes and see
that you are still twenty-five inside

They never tell the truth
about what happens after.
Don’t be bitter-don’t be cold
but they really should have told us

intermezzo

come to me you stolen moments
those pseudonymous pleasures
walk the night with me for the day
as lovely as it was, hung very chill
your touches and glances, never
will I forget how they sank to bone
even when I was contented
I felt more or less alone, without
the comfortable stroke of fingers
down my thigh, their magic
part of me at the cellular level
your lips in my ear calling me ‘petal’
ignoring the screaming kettle
intermittently making me sigh

Running

Wrapped in brown paper
they sent me off
and away-
I could not see
when I flew over
your house
waving
or the ocean
or the park

It was too dark
but I smelled you there
you call it nonsense
voodoo
a trick-
baby-
like animals
I could sense you
anywhere

Even out of sight
of those wild
eyes of yours
hypnotizing me
into slumber for
years
not seeing anyone
but you-
was that
trick or treat

Always me on top
you managed to tie me
to you- even with
your ankles shackled
my demands
usurped
by your terms-
anarchy

An uprising
of the most personal
and nothing
could keep me from you
giving up sustenance
maybe my life
until I cut loose
running

What was to be done
about that double bond-
I ran you
you ran
circles about me
separated only
by flesh ripping
hearts breaking

up in silence

the silence has not yet broken
it is upside-down, this notion
that I can read your mind
with eyes closed
my only promise-no harm

lust tangled in my hair
you were there
don’t lie because she says she cares
you were part of all of it
the mess of it
the best of it

and when you are called to confess
don’t be too coy
you know the girls
they like that bad boy stuff
and I, well I just wanted you however
I wanted you at that moment

and whether or not you heard me
whether or not you knelt for me
was all beside the point-
so put on some Winehouse
and cry about those damn strong women

you know the ones who made you feel tall
even down there
down there, you know
where mice are men
and be glad for the passion spent

the time went
the passion spent
the time went too fast
too quickly for someone with
one hand in the air

where up is down
down is up
and all you have
in your little cup
are poison and potion
potion and time
the one who decides
has one chance
in nine

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