Bonnie & Clyde

Lets tell all the keepers of time that they’ve had it wrong all these years.
We found a flaw in their plan.
A cricket in their matrix that keeps chirping to only us.
Time can’t be linear.
You can’t say yesterday was then and tomorrow is over there.
How can it be when I’ve known you for a short while but our bodies are so familiar,
as if we’ve been in a non stop orgy of just us.
Which means to beg me, we have to speak with the dictionary next.
Their words are wrong, like us cannot be two people when we often are one.
How do you see into my eyes when you speak through my lips
and how can my kiss attach itself to myself when your lips are hugging the lobe of my ear?
Time is wrong. Reality is false. The world means nothing.
Because in our own world we make the rules.
You and I.
Bonnie and Clyde.

High Arches

Be my ballerina, Bonnie.

Twirl on your toe tips.

Buoy as you balance, baby.

Torque your twisted pelvis.

Movements made, meticulous.

Delicate, delightful.

Lotus pose, Namaste,

Together in the nightfall.

Taste the rainbow, tropical.

Starburst pink across the sky.

The blue in you catches me,

in your hair, in your eyes.

Infinity, Friday nights and

Weekend morning brunch.

Dinner dates and graying skies.

Stay in bed, all we need is us.

Your lips, your thighs, your face, your hair,

you can never give too much.

Lace your fingers, lock your stare.

You’re the one, my wanton touch.

Now kiss me babe, I’m missing you.

I thought you’d like to find.

But when you’re done don’t move your lips,

I just wanted to say, “hai.”