Another May

you can be my (tongue on the Vodka lid)
thrill/ my foot on the gas
we’ll hold hands and jump
into summer

make love on the wet grass
until we catch
the falling leaves of freedom,
into the love-stained Autumn
we run

through the tip-toe ice
I see your frozen beauty,
with each move I melt
and freeze another inch

let’s melt together
free our entangled limbs
to leap and begin our new
moment/ into

you can be my (white rush)
thrill/ my cordless fall,
we’ll hold hands and jump
again- into life.  -’97

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Almost Silent

tiny whispers
barely brushing breezes
soft gurgles
and quiet roars

sounds from the road
bounce from the asphalt
like a swallow caught
in an echo

the cold traps them,
wraps them in amplifier blankets ‘97

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Undertow

close my eyes
I can smell it
wet salt
stings my flesh
exposed

the foaming beast
creeps closer
to my bare toes
by the jagged rock

up to my knees
the beast pulls
urging me into
its dark depth

the water is cold,
but the air is frozen

sliding in the undertow  ‘97
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