ODE TO PINEAPPLEODE TO PINEAPPLE10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh pineapple, you are so fine
with your spiky leaves
that are so sublime -
they are the bees knees.
Oh pineapple, nestled among
soldier straight spikes,
sharp across the tongue
and not unlike dykes.
Oh pineapple, with tessellated
patches adorning your skin,
how long I have waited
to act out my sin.
Oh pineapple, you truly are
the only thing that I lack
I wish you'd stayed in my car
but the health authorities took you back.
Hot nights and unwelcome....Hot nights and unwelcome....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hot nights in my untidy bed
Laying here alone with each other
Sweat glistening a while
Evaporating and then replaced
By new beads as if the sting had snapped
Beneath our skin, leaving our secretion
To the whim of our sweet actions.
Our nightclothes have been cast aside
Laying calm and still, for so long
Moonlight sliced by the wooden blinds
Moves into each fabric fold and crease
And then it cuts our skin
Stretched out across our naked flesh
Like silver fingers, tracing down our curves.
Mouths a gasp for saturation
Tongues lapping up each others perspiration
Your dark red lips close over me
Lapping at my sudor skin
To gain some kind of grim satisfaction
And my grimace is held in the sultry air
Caught for a moment in anticipation.
We lay back down in our isolation
Listening to the sirens and car horns outside
Those urban sounds that drown out the birds
The sunlight breaking what the night had brought
Casting light onto our scene of lechery
The wine bottle pointing at us both
swim like fishshallow streams of consciousnessswim like fish11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lap against ankles dangled
from piers of perception
fed by pools of thought which
shimmer briefly- scrutinized
dissipating under x-ray glares
aquatic remembrances writhe
in charred baked beds of
and in the end your throat
burns and we're all sick