Easy Day, Easy Night

Happiness is easy when you're not looking backward or forward through the chaos. Summer afternoon, juice sweet on my lips, hands stained blueberry, dirty hands, smell of weed rolled up in a spliff- puff puff, sniff sniff, breathe. Rockin’ on a creaking porch swing, rusty with a shot of beam, old bottle, young hands. Muddy feet, clean face. Bad memories, good memories, both intersecting. 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 on the burner, open invitation. Hands touching, touching skin, fast succession. Touch me harder fast, legs shaking, thighs burning. Hold me down and let me loose. I witness your success, smile. Hold me just a short while more, then turn and let me dream, sweet dreams. There's the hint of music, am I dreaming still? Whatever, the sound is good. Seeping through the window, porch radio left on beneath creaky porch swing. Come close again and leave it be. Let's do it again tomorrow, differently.