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.