“Leprechaun Eating Dog 🍀“
Albert the Schnauzer,
mouse rabble rouser.
Loved walking on Emerald Hill.
Had eyes like an eagle,
the nose of a Beagle.
Retrieved any item at will.
Every March Seventeenth,
he sharpened his teeth.
Preparing for Leprechaun bones.
If memory was kind,
Albert would find,
his treasure out near rainbows.
At last, he caught scent,
of a wee green gent.
Away, the path to unfold.
By the gift of God’s grace,
he quickened his pace,
and found him atop of some gold.
Albert pounced upon,
that damn Leprechaun.
Catching him in his maw.
No tricks or mischief,
will help that elf live.
Just a shillelagh stuck in Al’s craw.
please stop barking.
The kids are willing to nap,
but your insistent yipper-yapper,
keeps them from quietude.
It is not the mailman.
It is not the oil man.
You farted in your sleep and woke yourself up.
Now you’re barking.
“A Long Musk”
Let’s go down to that secret place.
That place where you can be who you want to be.
Who you are?
Where we can revel in the glory of attraction and anticipation.
Chest to breast.
Elbows, lips, pliable flesh.
Pink, purple, red, mocha.
Salt kisses, fingers submerged.
Dainty fingertips gliding along the periphery.
Sweat, warm wetness.
Connected solely through electric fingertips.
Fingerprints intermingle, DNA altered.
Traveling towards the event horizon, no reset.
Waves, waves, waves.
Hushed encouragements increase the urgency.
Swollen to a point of burst.
A civilization in its ascendency and decline, in one moment.
Palms slapping the top sheet.
Final advances assured.
No stopping the launch sequence.
Traveling up into and becoming one with the atmosphere.
Eventually escaping gravity, and floating.
A sweet reverie, wrapped in languid limbs and surrendered kisses.
An expanding universe that ends and begins in the loins of lovers searching for meaning.