AWAY FOR STRANGERS

Cheeks so full of pain

And experience

Real freckles finally

Some real fucking freckles

I heckle at how stupid

I could have been in the 

Past

Flashing past the multiverse

Of pain and toil

So many lonely shifts

I worked these past 

Few years

Finally to find

This warmth 

Again

In your eyes

I stare

Lost in your presence

You call it energy

I call it a trance

Through the day

We dance 

Grabbing every curve

You can make

Kissing you like 

An old man longing 

For his youth

I smother you

In smoke

And silver

Shiver 

And sweat with me

Through this reverse

Warrior stance

Arms up

I glance over

At you finally here

In this room with 

Me sweating

Leaving our 

Past in the past

Focusing on our gratitude

For today

The way we lay

Holding onto your

Soft Columbian

Skin

What a sin

It must be

To hold

Onto the hope

Of you loving me

Back 

Making juice from this

Fruit and potatoes

You call it soul food

Food for my soul

Food for my heart

A knife and 

Spoon in my art

We are good

Together 

My sweet brunette Willow

Under you I stay

In my mind 

And my bed 

Next to your 

Panties you

Left at my place

I sleep with you

Every night

Even when you dance 

Away for strangers

Holding ones

I am the one 

Waiting for you

To come back home

To our home

We are building 

Laying foundation

And rebar

Laying this foundation

Of the future

Together

We suture 

Each other back to 

Working order

Collapsing old

Ways of thought 

Waves

We are the future

Both of our next

Chapters

Turning 

The page 

At the same time