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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Disinhibition

 In the turbulence
of passion,
moistened skin, 
400 thread sheet count, 
I am happily,
wondrously lost, 
my imagination
and lustfulness 
trying to keep pace
with my heart rate.

After all these 
years, days collected
and stacked
high and haphazardly
as fall leaves 
in November,

this intensity,
this raw disinhibition,

saying things,
moving in ways
that can only 
be earned
through time,

to a climax 
of orgiastic,
timeless ecstasy.


One Last Nice Moment

New Year's Eve
ticking over 
2019 to 2020.

I find my 23 year old 
daughter
who is diagnosed with 
borderline personality disorder
in the kitchen.

I gently hold her
by the shoulders,
look her squarely 
in the eye and say

"Well, on the good side,
God didn't take 
either one of us this year."

She stifles a smile
and tries not to hug 
back,
but doesn't try 
too hard.

Finally caught,
she dismisses me
with a derisive

"Stalker."

That's a good way
to wrap up
2019.