Rapid Cease Fire to Exist

Cool rain hushing baby blankets soft on our backs
Whistles in vermilion dance among the crowds
Their eyes peer as we grasp each other
reading the others viewing globes, truth be told
We speak in a system of tongue motion
Mine onto your kiss, reversed
Into my wet out of my moist
Onto the bed spread tight
 Whisper in a morning sun-risen field
Echoing triumphant flair
Upon my body, drenched in mid-air
Missing your smile lips soft
Pressing against nape of this neck
Held high, stubbornly forgetting your
Anything, except those moments we shared
Where it wasn’t love, it wasn’t making love
It was a dance, a storm,
A liquid development of pornographic content.
Us clay on a pottery wheel being tossed
Spun fast into and out of each others arms
We refused to stay put on such a wheel
Out dance lead us to the canals in Venice
And the wailing wall in Isreal
It led us to mountains and valleys
Oceans upon oceans, and soft sand beaches
We rode the wild bull ferry to San Fran
Back over to the Jersey shore, we were everywhere
Spain, Japan, Earth, Mars, it didn’t matter
Your breath was there, tainting the thoughts
Running through my cradle of absorption
Hidden behind a stubborn skull,
Tingling with a brief flash of you
In the darkness of an empty apartment
on a Saturday night-
tingling at the very thought of you
of us, and what we once made
together-
the song that will never be sung correctly again
It could not be recorded
Not in musical notation or on tape
Not on cd or record or digital disc
Only on my fingertips
Still fresh from tending your garden
And bringing flowers to bloom
Missing the simple things
That made the day worth
More than a lifetime could buy...

The simple things
Making the day worth
More than a lifetime.