Ninety-Nine Cent Faith

Burlap memories of us
Wrap that candle in 99 cent
Paper towel.
Tread heavily
And drop into the crate
I'll stay
I reach for your wrist and
Tell you I'll stay
But you won't


Best myself with bottles
Unopened. Open them not
To face base circumstance.
Recognition of saints
I was once your icon
But all those devout have more
Than one, don't they?

Godliness
Holiness
Cleanliness of our bedroom
Kept that way for you

Holiness
Cleanliness
Sparseness of my bedroom
This way without you
Vacant, steadfast in my love.
Nov. 29, 2001

Media Evolution

be weary of a poetry
of graphic details
words like public displays
of affection
[we all know I don't stand
for PDA]
multiplayer game
warp me into a new
player with nine lives each for a
new man

intellectual banter over
the newest sonnet
and we all know they're
about love-mush
thesaurus entry on me
a made for TV epic autobiography
they even used my Ex
Nov. 29, 2001

Solitary, Communal

Lucky me
Benign temperament
And erratic foe
Belching a form of hopeful insanity
Into the hearts of most of us
Waiting
Until the saved and saver
Vanishes
Biased, limited
Potential of many
Human drama which relies on the
Personal.
Autobiography of challenge
Jarring free the larger scope
Working list of contrast
And stop speaking for the whole
Nov. 28, 2001

eXceed eXpectation X

I didn't expect an embrace.
Faces close and moonlit through
Cheap blinds.
Suffering from streetlights, urban clutch
Your roll toward me with shy confidence,
Formed from previous intoxicated
Phone call when I wanted you and
Your lips.
Grasp my shoulder, my neck
Pull me closer where I feel your breath,
And want and strength.
Intelligent caress: surprise me with your
Warmth, intent
Lull me with your brief sigh as our lips
Meet but brush apart.
More tension than can be contained in
A kiss.
Drag your lips across mine once more
Lose control and press them and
Your body to mine.
Fade into your solvent of indecisive
Jerking advances.
We both want what we can have
And that is the problem.
Our lips meet again, searching, finding
Nothing more than themselves and
The other, and wanting the other
More than life.
Sex through breath, and intercourse
In the movement of our clothed
Hips, while our lips meld and wane.
I want so much that so little is too
Much.
Convulse back to passionate press
Of mouths to satisfy a small part
Of the bottomless pool begun by
Your kiss.
Nov. 27, 2001

First Time

Primal and arcane
Thoroughly thick and damp
Articulate with rough fingertips
Beads form on your forehead
Melt away
Your eyelashes savor my cheek
With a brief sigh.
The palm of your hand haunts me,
Hard against my pelvis, softer
Against my ribs.
My mouth deceptively grazes your
Jaw.
Erratic, lurching, fearful, searching
Fingernails in my hair, trail my
Veins lower to spine.
Resting there I release to catch your
Pupils study my lips.
And for the first time yours meet mine
Your palm presses my neck, arched
Toward yours.
Primal and arcane
The incense of your body
The radiance of this kiss.
Nov. 20, 2001