a never-kiss

kisses hot imaginaire to separate from not-thin air to turn from him, never known to find the sun and call it home to extricate from ties that bind to slip from not-arms in the mind how to kill a form not real a ghost a spirit a thought a feel a dancing sprite tugs me through

oyster

hunter with your gleaming liquid heat you fire blazing slinger slicing through leather i want to know your bloody knife let me have it I want to crack this oyster open i feel it heavy hunter boots standing on your stepping over my slatted wooden floor i sink like sand I am or winter chill

The Bridge

Meet  me on the bridge Lover, on the water, over the water here in the middle of me This bridge was built for us Lover, to make a wish, a silver wish, and set the gold fish free Follow the arch of colour Lover, under the sun, full of  sun we’ll melt the frozen sea