Good Morning!

Hello!
And what is your name?
It’s great to see a smile on your face!
Can I make you a beverage?
You just woke up?
Would you like an omelette?
I want to know all about you!
Would you like to go to the museum?
It’s raining, so we might take in some culture.
I would like to have sex with you!
You want some tea?
I can turn on the bath for you, get the water going.
Let’s traipse all over town today!
Maybe tonight we could eat king crab on the beach,
with a couple bottles of a nice Sauvignon Blanc?
Whatever you want!
I want you!
Are you a Gemini?
I knew it!
Here, have a Marlboro red.
What’s that?
Yes, I’m always this excited!
We can do whatever you want.
I just like basking in the glow of your occasional smile.
Hmm?
You want some space?
Ok.


You still there?

On This Balmy Night

on this balmy night,
amongst the chirping of cicadas and
careful ashing of in-bed cigarettes,
the thick memory of eucalyptus and
the absence of cell phones ringing,
into the deepest and richest waters I am sure,
you are meant, here in this life, to wade.
but a fear of life's more powerful gifts
keeps you in an emotional twilight,
some shadow of longing distrusted.
you surely will sometime scoop the deep rich black silt
at the base of your riverbed,
but opt instead for the oily illusion on the surface.
i am not the one to show you these things.
i just see them.
your infinitely enjoyable body tells stories
there are still no clever plotlines,
or easily definable heroes or villains for.
you are part exhausted canvas, and part empty pallete.
you hover uncomfortably in-between.
almost broke out, but still so solidly held in.
won't you tell me your story?
i wait in the darkness, in the ambivalence of your embrace,
on this balmy night.