Happiness is easy
when you're not looking backward
or forward through the chaos.
juice is sweet on my wet mouth.
Hands stained blueberry, dirty hands.
The smell of weeds, rolled up in a spliff,
puff puff, sniff sniff, breath....smile.
Holed up on a creaking porch swing, rusty
with a shot of beam, old bottle, young hands.
Muddy feet, tainted house....clean face.
Bad memories, good memories, both.
I imagine halls filled with ghosts,
but I'm okay and so are you.
Dusk is coming fast, time flies.
Blood growing warmer
like a slow-cooked meal left out
on the burner,
open invitation. Hotter, hotter.
Hot hot blood of close friends,
Hands touching, skin touching...
Touch me harder fast, legs shaking,
thighs rocking.. burning.
Hold me down and let me loose.
I witness your success, smile.
Sweet lover, hold me close a short while,
then turn and let me sleep sweet dreams.
There's the sound of rain,
am I dreaming still?
the sound is good. A soft sound
with a soft voice,
music seeping through the window,
porch radio left on beneath
creaking porch swing,
Dog whining scared of thunder,
whine whine, spitter spatter, hum hum, sigh.
rolling, rolling in a dream.
Let's do it again tomorrow,