gnarl

Champagne Kiss


I thought to let

her sip a drought

of bubbles from

my eager mouth.


Mused over tangs

of snapping sphere

and elder grape

her words sprang tart;



"I still recall

the first to tease

and satisfy

my lips with wine."



My heart grew sour

as I despaired

that truth was not

a friend of love.

g.

Depthless Caress



When a tower's digital exhalations
shine truer than the sheen
of flushing flesh, when groping
driveheads quicken air
sooner than the scent
of weeping tissue, when
every significance wears
a mask of vacuumed glass,

the time is past
to wrench focus
from silicon nonrealities.

No pleasure array
will slow the years
that stumble tapping digits but
a chest filled with bitter mist
or...
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Empty Days


that hint of you which trickles
through a thousand klicks
of fiberoptic siphon
will not relieve this aching gap,
or soothe the hollow limp that moves
my blood.


no bandwidth known
will bring a trace
of scent; heady aroma
that clothes in lacy fragrance
your sudden skin.


airbrushed phrases
do little
to fill a yearning for
abundant curvature
dimpled faintly by
my fingertips....
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Crustaceans Orchestrate an Early Autumn Evening

Brittle motifs skitter in
curvaceous waves
across an asphalt strand.

Crisp points tap
and flitter over
crowding carapaces.

Flurries of shadow assemble
along chainlinks and titter
in leeward grottos.

High outlines leap
from dozing maples, litter
breezes and claw
holes in the moon.