“Life lived, helps put ink in the pen. Experience, sadness, joy, death; these are all but different colored inks to help you write a tale or two.”_Thus_Spoke_Ghostnutstra_02_21_2018
“Tending To My Disappointment”
Tending to my disappointment,
tends to build resentment.
Like true lies,
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.
always sells you,
gilded gifts and promised pleasure,
but, leaves you concrete pains.
The flames of fear,
until there is nothing left but dismally disappointing ashes.
“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.