Aglow

Underneath the chiffon lights of the moon glowing about the bedroom,
we climax the best our physiques know how: together at the same time

(I wait at the edge—pulling her closer and closer—until hands interlace
we reach the summit)

Lasso

i lasso her body with my tongue

my tongue
                                       her body

l           a           s           s           o

her lasso around my waist

inside our loops, firmly, our skin

one loop
one trap
one catch on the prairie of desire

A Poet’s Studio Loft

exposed brick • exposed beams • exposed ducts • exposed emotions • exposed aloneness • in a studio loft

a poet’s new home…

arched windows • concrete floors • sunset-west facing • golden hours • trainspotting • crowspotting • downtown • historic districts

but it’s dayton…ohio

natural soy candles, lit and scented with pomegranate • poetry journals, on this and that antique tabletop • arrangements of royal zinnias, retrieved from the local market • gentle black-and-white nudes in vintage oak frames, hanging on the walls • full body mirror, beveled and standing by the bed

none of this stops midsummer gnats from trespassing, diving into tall glasses of sparkling mineral water…or the resident trolls from stumbling back and forth above me until three a.m.

…and none of this stops the grizzly bear of loneliness from mauling me on the inside out

Mt. Fuji in the Sky

Published by Sinclair Community College’s
The Clarion

On a drive from Dayton to Cincinnati

Sculpted from a range of clouds overpassing the highway
          —Mount Fuji in the sky!—

until high winds like dynamite remove all but the susurrus
          of a dream and rushing tires.

Photo by raeleen whip on Unsplash.