Pour Carlito

Everybody does what they
have to do to dream
their own Carlito Way.

Break down the door,
break in to get in,
it's so close-I can
touch it, you, my own
way to the garden.

I know how this
dream ends-and it
is not in paradise,
right or wrong.

But I need this, you,
just one time.

Everybody dreams their
own way, my way.

Treading Water

If love inspires words
to be bound by leather-
can the same material
encase you beside me?

Is it possible for one
to be free of the other?

Could I imprison myself
to grant your freedom
without martyrdom?

My mouth is dry of
your taste and thirsting
to swim beside you.

Panic grows with doubt
that I'll not tread water
long enough for your rescue.

I need you to softly
remind me how shallow
it is so I may stand,
bound by your side.

My Pillow

If I let you down
then you ignored me
and I am not to blame.

If I surpassed your
every wish and desire
you are a fool.

If you're unsure of
my worth to you
I'm wasting my time.

If I'm what you choose
in this very moment
you're perfect for now.

Rush Hour

The heart is not
a place for pictures
a palace of champions
a crusade to fight.
Its' walls are empty
to echoing rhythms
beached by the storm,
but open to pass
kisses to the mind.
Try as best you can
you will never
outrun my pencil.
Your lips may be
beautiful, soft-
but my passageway
is always eight open
lanes of traffic.

Justynuff

I slip off my lime
head first into
the cold concrete.
Professionalism left
at a basement door
for a man drunk
on your made
for TV movie
to take home
and snack on.
Proofrock's not
so bad anymore
even, i get it now,
J. Alfred was far
worse off than I,
far lonelier.
Shallow.

But learning to like
is not learning to love
and I'm not sure
which is more
capricious.
I would ask that
and other things
too messy
for handwriting,
but the deaf mute
prefers lines.

So one lion
roars to
a city of them
as he sits alone
watching her
play on her leash
with jackals
wondering if
she smiles at sunrise.

Why

That's really nice,
really.
Goosebumps
show that you
felt it.

But-
I don't want
that...

I want to hear
that I absolutely
took your breath
away-
made you fall
back in your seat
biting your lip-
pushing your heart
to beat so fast
so hard
that it might
leap from your chest.

But-
I don't want
that either...

So confusing
and secretive
are words
that aren't
blunt enough
to just come out
and say
I want to
feel your body
against mine
in candle light.

But-
I can't want
that...

You forgot the bee

There is a bee buzzing
around my flower's stem
never landing but coming
close enough to feel
the wind beating off.

Then without notice
the wings fall off
sending my bee reeling
it returns in blue
and posses for me.

Pick your wings up
dust them off
fly again and land
naked as the truth
that drives your desire.

Pollenate my mind
that I may flourish
with smells and colors
to fill empty hearts
cast aside by time.

Strip down to nothing
bare your thoughts
to what could grow
from a planted seed
so cared for.

I'm not nearly finished
with this or you
not until the lines of lust
and sighs of passion
are written in ink.