l8th of March 2005......George L.

We never sewed hearts;

his blues faced my blondes
and we did it without eyes,

dogs on blinking highways,
never losing the beat
in the frenzied rhythm
of a l5 minute furlough,

button downs and loafers
strategically placed,
ready to retie, after the break
from his 9-5 world;

and beyond the fleeting moment
you start to feel
like an old whore,
a house ransacked,

a wind blows skeletons,
every thing rattles
and you're wrapped
in the after thud,

each one a storm
and you tally them,

one time wonders
renegade lovers,

but you're feeling the hollow,
sometimes more vividly
than others,

but for that moment
you're anointed,

god cums through the clouds,
breaking over you
in a rainbow of dream,

you soak it up , until it empties
and the last drop you swallow
is bittersweet; becoming
the predecessor for the next.