your beard and a wispy soft roughness
shivering on my cheeks
a taste and then its gone again

softly, through the white fabric
covering myself, covering me
a kiss down below

i cant say a word
or a whisper of this to anyone
except into your ear
trapping myself into desire

-ing

walking on concrete and garbage
swimming in ditches
and bathing in sunlight

eating red plums
drinking warm white wine
while selling bits of gold

wearing green dresses
bicycling past highways
and crossing bridges over salt water

to move on past these feelings
not believing it was difficult
and so it became that it wasn't so hard

i feel it all

cycled tears
recycled
over and over,
how can it hurt since january?

with foolish moments of calm
where genuine, the smiles warmth
made my rooms illuminate
over and over

until the next month
and the next recovery
trust recycled
built up to cave in

crumbling
like time
like pie crust
like my silly little broken heart.

crushed
every angle, like a recycled pop can
empty, of all susbtances
i can give no more