Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall.
Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry
as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves.
Half a heart, each. Each pounding the busy streets.
A flirty wind blows her hair; his face valentine-red.
Her curves, pumping pedals. His handlebar smiles.
It’s a long way, longer than the day. Moon’s winking.
In gratitude of the Irish tavern, the cream of the crop -
friends pick them up, (and bikes) cram them into the car.
Sweethearts nestled together in one seat, barely breathing
room. Hot and steaminess must be contained for present
company. The bikes can’t stay still in the cool of the night.
Arrival finds them hand in hand - palming, massaging.
It’s that day - for him to pull out chocolates and a ring.
That will be on their first anniversary. Today’s just hot.
1/18/2023
*Image of Family Focus by FOTF.
Soma Sonnet: Suicide Watch
The steaminess awkward away,
as summer writhe its day of me,
I risk a search that subs my plea,
lies atonement hopeful in play,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
Chains cross my path in front of me,
taxes wrongdoers pensive stalking,
post exhaustive heated walking,
a sign beach closed due to rough sea,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
A morning stalls a zenith Sun,
what life remains why do I hold,
ignored alerts are strong, be bold,
my worth value zero they've won,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
I launched drifting in seas control,
Art hast o save thy wretched soul.
2022 August 17: Created
"Let me in!"
She's yanking at the door handle
On the passenger side as I perch in
The driving seat in our rusty dusty
Electric vehicle car
She's just emerged from the building
In eighty-eighty per cent steaminess
The door seems to be locked
She continues to heave and whisk
This portal into air conditioned
Ecstasy doesn't seem to wanna budge
The fail to dislodge and the muscle strain
Causes a face of badassery and hassle to emerge
A similar white coloured hooptie and
Same model parked in front of me
I beep my horn and she realises she's
Trying to get in the wrong car
AND IN THE CENTER RING
We got so very close
close to each other
and close to our dream
a river's song or strawberries and cream
you got so close
naked in your moments of monumental steaminess
clothed when your selfishness demanded more than you deserved
and gave me too little of what I merited
but I was the main actor in a circus
and you are the ringleader
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
IF YOU'LL FOCUS YOUR EYES ON THE
CENTER RING YOU'LL SEE
THE GREATEST FOOL WHO I TAMED
ALL BY SELF.
SURE, SOMETIMES HE LASHED OUT AND BROKE SOME VALUABLE small figurines
BUT NOW I CAN ENTER THE RING AND THE ONLY THING HE WILL DO IS LOVE ME”
well I ain't going to be one of the hundred clowns that come out of a little car
it's time for me to walk afar
to the closest bar
you and me
because we got so close to eternity
now i'll throw back a few
we came so close
me and you
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