In my father's skin
I jump into its frigid flow;
Cold comfort indeed.
It’s icy embrace
My ecstatic exhalation
Love will sucker punch you in the solar plexus and
Leave you dazed and chilled,
Thin sliced on a plate.
Like a friend you’ve missed
You pick up where you left off.
“You’ve lost weigh you have”
“Love your new tattoo”
Heads bent low in elfin mischief.
“I wonder if he will even know that your hair is wet?”
Races up the canyon
Shrieking as it goes.
A chilly caress
Is better than none at all I
Whispered into my
Pillow late that night.
A damp sheet is Morphus’ bouquet,
A tender calling card to a midnight masquerade
Swirling in the dark
His kiss is eternal.
In my father’s skin
I kiss his dark blooming lips with
Interminable
Anticipation
Of falling off into the stars
That form a band that swings and sways in sensuous waves.
Saxophones over
Our bed of desire.
