whatever

some star-drenched
evening blissed out
in every direction
except for home
and its closely
guarded illusion
the perfect romance
separated by time
apart or the motion
of streetblues and
late night coffee shops
where flowers grow
like poems in a page
where we remember
forgotten evenings of
lust left lingering on
our lips (loose and
on a limb) yet this
remains after all
is done and said
the art of staying
friends in such
circumstances
whatever that
may mean to
these soaked
hearts left to
dry on a stranger's
backyard clothes line

Reviews

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. "the art of staying" ... is utter genius ...

forgotten evenings of
lust left lingering on
our lips (loose and
on a limb)

. amazing lines ... and amazing also the entire poem that cradles these ... super spectacular stuff ...