The Accomplice and I
This journey of crimes
imagined yet incomplete
we’ve chosen to call love
dares us to improvise
traversing the unknown
taking terminal risks.
Hope slandered to ruins
between purloined kisses
the strangers we corrupt
until desire’s arson cools
with passage of time
and endless repetition.
All counterfeit truths
we exchange in language
foreign to compromise.
Vandalizing logic
that leap over ethics
retraced with each step.
These love transgressions
only mark our return
To our own stolen moments
in picturesque locations
swearing fidelity upon stars
false as the truths we mouth.
A Second Chance
A dalliance you called it, with a sigh
fraught with weariness as if it still stung
by truths you detailed in that last phone call
with words without distance from our false pride.
And exit bows so embittered and numb
years later, we meet surprised at the mall
old wounds are balmed by reticent half smiles
hiding no false hopes and few faint regrets.
When we shadow the hawks as if they know
the future circling skies in the great wild
free to be foolish even circumspect
I envy them but you say they’re shallow.
Not having to grow up or understand
loves varied paths as we walk hand in hand.
For Nico
So Inarticulate
is beauty
frozen in a spotlight’s
flaunting fix.
A drug
for eyes
seeking Inchoate
cures…
for boredom.
5 Stars
(My)Schatzi/darling
My blood
pressure
(Re )ally I tell her
and she
laughs/side (View)s
to side she shows
(Of)f/on piano
playing with toes
LIKE? she asks
So little so young
Tho Doubts still
(Lin)ger, Yet
I Say-YES/
in (ger)man:Ja!
(ie )5
stars.
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