possession…

 

how many
night sounds
inhabit
your dreams
does
the coyote’s
lone call
stir you
from
an old lover’s arms
leaving you
alone
in
the darkness
or
does
the pine tree’s
breathing
in the wind
remind
you
of
those
last promises
as
you shared
the sacraments
of
love
for
one
final time
before
night sounds
became
your
only
companion

 


touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets

 

addendum to a sermon…

honey
tell that preacher man
that
sinning
ain’t all that bad
i’ve tried it
and
child
it was so sweet
even
with hell
below
my feet
lord
that
first kiss
sent
me a reeling
and
by
the fourth
sunday’s sermon
was
as forgotten
as
where i put my car keys
when
i was asked
to
stay