A Lick for a Kiss.

Trust between us was trivially broken,
followed by words: ill-heard and ill-spoken,
many statements made out of raging anger,
the affected love affair by a threaded cliffhanger,
so many plans drawn up by our hands,
buried now by the line drawn in the sand,
we ignore eachother’s calls and texts,
tattoo over the initials inked into my chest,
throw out your magazines and auto repair manuals,
fill up with your stuff until the garbage can’s full,
return all of your mail; “addressee does not live here!”,
stomp the peppers that you planted last year,
spend nights alone in silence with the TV turned off,
smoke so much weed that I get emotionally soft,
finally, one of us decides to swallow down the pride,
to send the drunken voicemail that proposes compromise,
and, it’s either go or stop –
either explode or build back up,
we both decide
to put put aside –
whatever we had disagreed about,
I gradually –
in secrecy –
replace your things that I threw out,
eventually your mail resumes delivery like before to my address,
tattooed your name block-lettered black and red in Old English,
put an baby Maple where I killed your exotic pepper seeds,
freshly stacked the reading rack with automotive magazines,
until good Gods Damned, that trust breaks down once again,
headed straight for the parlor chair to ink over your name,
a can of gasoline to douse that stupid “Mini Japanese”,
Ornamental saplings burned to ashen smithereens,
the cycle spins as such, repeated redundancy,
it’s a lick for a kiss, a purr or a hiss,
between the combustible mix made of you and me.

Half-Bred Beast.

Through the vastness,
of Human eternity,
scatter all roads,
ever taken by me,
the archaic line,
of woven patches,
sewn intricately,
into man-made time,
indefinitely;
Never in so long,
did I ever meet,
another earthly creature,
one part: Woman,
and, one part: Beast,
muscular-skeletal control,
over walking legs,
that naturally,
upright stand,
very deeply,
mindful,
steeped by,
self-control:
this creature…
‘Sam I am’;
Try traveling again,
without,
the face,
of this friend,
try carrying on,
as if it’s:
all just fine again,
nothing between,
the hearts,
of just me,
and, specifically –
this companion,
has ever been,
happy at the end;
Indemnified,
for she and I,
there’s no limit,
to the blue,
that ever-paints the sky,
no limit to the shading,
of green streaks,
spreading far and wide,
my friend, it’s true:
shooting stars,
are just the glue,
that keeps the twinkle,
alive to our eyes.

Half-Bred Beast.

Through the vastness,
of Human eternity,
scatter all roads,
ever taken by me,
the archaic line,
of woven patches,
sewn intricately,
into man-made time,
indefinitely;
Never in so long,
did I ever meet,
another earthly creature,
one part: Woman,
and, one part: Beast,
muscular-skeletal control,
over walking legs,
that naturally,
upright stand,
very deeply,
mindful,
steeped by,
self-control:
this creature…
‘Sam I am’;
Try traveling again,
without,
the face,
of this friend,
try carrying on,
as if it’s:
all just fine again,
nothing between,
the hearts,
of just me,
and, specifically –
this companion,
has ever been,
happy at the end;
Indemnified,
for she and I,
there’s no limit,
to the blue,
that ever-paints the sky,
no limit to the shading,
of green streaks,
spreading far and wide,
my friend, it’s true:
shooting stars,
are just the glue,
that keeps the twinkle,
alive to our eyes.

A Lick for a Kiss.

Trust between us was trivially broken,
followed by words: ill-heard and ill-spoken,
many statements made out of raging anger,
the affected love affair by a threaded cliffhanger,
so many plans drawn up by our hands,
buried now by the line drawn in the sand,
we ignore the other’s calls and texts,
tattoo over the initials inked into my chest,
throw out your magazines and auto repair manuals,
fill up with your stuff until the garbage can’s full,
return all of your mail: “addressee does not live here!”,
stomp out the peppers that you transplanted last year,
spend nights alone and in silence with the TV turned off,
smoke so much weed that I only seem to forget any thoughts,
finally, one of us decides to swallow down the pride,
and send the drunken voicemail that proposes compromise,
and it’s either go or stop – we’ll either explode or build back up,
we decide to put each put aside – whatever we disagreed about,
I gradually, in secrecy, replace all your stuff that I threw out,
even your mail, eventually, resumes delivery to my address,
got your name block-lettered black and red in Old English,
put an ornamental tree in the spot where I killed your pepper seeds,
freshly stacked the reading rack with your car-part magazines,
until something happens to break our trust once again,
headed straight for the ink chair to cover up your name,
take a can of gasoline and douse your Mini Japanese,
Ornamental Maple trees burned to ashen smithereens,
and the cycle spins like this, repeated redundancy,
it’s always a lick for a kiss between you and me.