it is up to this date
that I no longer create
an image, an experience
I will never forget
the taste the smell
the way you inhale and exhale
will never be changed
between your lips, into my thighs
later we move up to my sleeves
breathing me in and out
it is that I no longer locate
the images I used to create
you complete the process
of you inside me
crawling up to my spine
into my mouth
I taste you, and you taste me
it is up to this date
that I no longer locate
the depth of your hold
the sweetness of you being bold
and the taste of you
oh, so blind
how come
heaven hasn’t come
hell hasn’t seen
that you and I
will forever be on the seam
hunger for the taste
longing for the smell
here in my tongue
I’ll forever remember
that up to this date
I’ll never state
that you, were once
paralleled my fate

soul growth of
a tree, the leaves
drop with every word
you let free.

leave a barren old twig,
knowing you did what you must
and said what you hid.
but remember,

don't
leave without
a twirl or a spin
of the heart, or the gift
you have to give will stay
forever, from this world, apart.