Coop

a new account

an endless search

to an open door

in a darkening space

where flashes of light

wake the ghosts of your sleeping faces

tucked in the crook of thought



hugged by mind,

rain, and imagination wet

from distance...



smile

a champagne creeper

bubbles hidden in the scent filled pillow

the forgotten watch

pungent with perfume



the only part of her

that loves to kiss me again

and again



another flash wakes the sleeping heart

storms on the belt

flash floods beneath

the seeping rivers head



sipping enough nectar

to make the journey

another day

to the favorite flower



pollen dusts

the borrowed shirt



honor thieves

who prize the soul...

found on a treasure map that leads between thighs

journeys the tunnel of orgasm

and spills onto the head of the chosen crown



a king born

from a paupers grave

a kingdom built

by the slave's will

a queen chosen

from a jaded nest of chickadees



no need for skiffling

no guarantees,



but for me to try

is to be free

and true to myself.