Embers

We are eternal We are prehistoric

Pruning paleolithic

Dinosaur love

Waking from my sleep

Dreaming images of his

Back against black bedding

Simple, Sensual –

Something long gone.

I kiss the dirt And cry to myself Pick up the pieces And feel the brisk chill Of pre-winter Bite me softly In the evening On my empty walks home.

Driveway kisses

And February hope

Amongst ache –

Something long gone.

White truck in my driveway Crunchy Too tall, he hoists me Pizza skateboards two-liter sprite

Green jacket Your friend jumped over the fence.

Something long gone.