love is in the air

at about 4:00 this morning we awoke to a horrific screeching noise coming from the woods across the street. at first it sounded like two animals fighting, but only one of them was making this aggressive racket. The other was making a different sound entirely — a repetitive whistling sound that resembled a high-pitched coo. It didn’t last very long, leading us to conclude that we had actually been privy to a midnight tête a tête between a pair of fishers, known in this neck of the woods as “fisher cats”. Oh, the lovely sounds of Spring!

someone I don’t know just called me “Reuben”. That’s not my name, but it sure made me hungry...

leather lips

not anticipating your kiss
I suppose I did pivot somewhat —
the sudden silence in the room
imbibing your fragrance,
my legs weakening
while you tilted my head back
stared into my eyes
and poured into my mouth.
you intoxicate me.

self-realization

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between you and me

between you and me
is so much wilderness
one can’t help but get lost.
between you and me
I tell myself
it could have been different,
but damned if I can see
just where or how.
what good is blood
if you need water?
what good are words —
loud, soft or indifferent?
It should have been different.
It should have been different
between you and me.