“Hickarado Incorporated”

“Hickarado Incorporated”

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Thirteen years of friendship.

Partnered by choice.

Three testaments to teamwork.

A dog, a girl, two boys.

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A house once, now a home.

A barking business in the wings.

School runs and droopy diapers.

Life’s marrow, these little things.

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Regardless of the ledger,

and all that we’ve been through.

There is no other human,

I’d do it with, but you.

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Thank you for your attention,

and continual support.

Life’s easier to weather,

With you, Lissette, I’m sure.

DC

“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.

“Sharing”

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“A Well Trained Eye” © C.P. Hickey 2018

 

 

“Sharing”

Sitting across from you,

I get the bird’s eye view,

of how little things wear you down.

 

So many times,

quotidian grinds,

permanently furrow your brow.

 

I reach for your hand,

perhaps understand,

why you never find some relief.

 

You pull away,

try to save face,

and spare me insufferable grief.

 

You carry it hard,

it fills up your heart.

you leave no room for reprieve.

 

Your daily landscape,

a deadly earthquake.

Coming apart at the seams.

 

I wish I could take,

all you forsake,

simply to lighten your load.

 

A nightmare that’s shared,

leaves one less impaired,

and more able to give it a go.

“sharing”

Day 6 is a trick. Moving right along. So happy to be getting so many likes and comments on the project. Thank you all for participating. Today’s poem, is the second word my friend Sunde suggested to me when I asked for people to contribute. A great word. A great concept. Something I preach to my kids every day. Hope you enjoy this little offering that I’m sharing…

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“Goocher”  © C. P. Hickey 2017

“sharing”

Napster nappy shared unhappy.

Facebook allows you to share a post but not a friend.

You can suggest a friend, and share an idea.

You can like a share, but not share a like.

Pantyhose can surely be sheer.

Is it easier to shear a sheep than shag one?

Cher shared her affinity for bodystockings while dancing on a naval vessel.

Sonny Bono shared his love for skiing with a tree.

The tree was unmoved.

Sharing needles is dangerous business.

Needing sharing is a dangerous business.

Sharing business is none of your business.

Who I share with is between me and the engines at Facebook and Google.

Did you know that an algorithm keeps Al Gore’s rhythm.

It’s more of a convenient lie, than an inconvenient truth.

Thanks for sharing!