“Moccasin Mockery”

Photo courtesy of Evangeline Vickery

“Moccasin Mockery”

Moccasin mockery,

Boylston debauchery.

Standing on disparate feet.

Strolling along,

humming a song,

a stranger, the first I should meet.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve no way of knowing.”

“Did you know, you have on two different shoes?”

“I sure didn’t notice.”

“You should channel your focus.”

“Thanks, next time I sure will.”

No longer a stranger,

I’m willing to wager,

as I continue humming a song.

Leaving one for the other

I’ll meet his twin brother.

And find a pair of shoes,

That will match this one.

• Inspired by E. Vickery photo

“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

 

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“Headed Off at the Passé” © C.P. Hickey 2018

 

“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

Tending to my disappointment,

tends to build resentment.

 

Presented with,

an alternative?

 

Salvation lives,

‘tween cultivated,

narratives.

 

Like true lies,

that sanitize,

reality.

 

Reaching back,

far, far, back.

out the back,

of a used hatchback.

 

My conscience becomes a stowaway,

accountability thrown away.

 

Forever, indebted to wrongly attributed superlatives.

Do not forgive a spurious gesture.

 

Misdirection,

always sells you,

gilded gifts and promised pleasure,

but, leaves you concrete pains.

 

Disappointment’s designation:

 

The flames of fear,

feed conflagration,

until there is nothing left but dismally disappointing ashes.

“A Long Musk”

“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.

Bated breath.

Sweat.

Chest to breast.

Bold biology.

Fulfillment.

Elbows, lips, pliable flesh.

Pink, purple, red, mocha.

Salt kisses, fingers submerged.

Dainty fingertips gliding along the periphery.

Sweat, warm wetness.

Pushing through.

Resistance.

Momentum.

Breathless butterflies.

Connected solely through electric fingertips.

Fingerprints intermingle, DNA altered.

Traveling towards the event horizon, no reset.

Skillful ravaging.

Contentment.

Certain.

Invasive intimacy.

Waves, waves, waves.

Eyes locked.

Final approach.

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.

Bucking.

Thrashing.

Grinding.

No stopping the launch sequence.

Liftoff.

Traveling up into and becoming one with the atmosphere.

Eventually escaping gravity, and floating.

Floating…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.