Some days I soak my feet in your shallow cool water
and my feet are loved.

My toes splash in the puddle left by last night’s rain fall,
creating a spot of envy burning on the soft white flesh just above my ankles.
It won't wash away.

The skin that runs the length of ankles to calves,
slightly tanned having been subject to your peace place sun café 7 a.m. good mornings,
is even more desirous of those tiny toes.

It begrudges my feet their puddle love play.

My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
a love story that went quickly awry,
seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
when with one, to the other he’d lie.

The homlier girl’s name was Edith
who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
and with sisters, he was sure to find love !

He began slyly asking about sister Kate
for her beauty was equalled by few,
she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
she had enough sex appeal for two !

little guilts and luscious lies
sweetmeats of imagination:
gifts for globulous priests
fat bellied, heavy men

sin eaters

banquet of imperfections
heralded by faith
chocolate box of judgement.
I watch the moon rise.

I wear jeans and tees
buzz my own hair
eat over the kitchen sink
...while smoking
(far beyond age appropriate)
but I don' t remember choosing these things

preferring solitude,
(a homebody for sure)
I hardly ever think of sex
sleep whenever I want
hardly ever think of sex
love waking with nothing to do
hardly ever think of sex
would anyone actually choose this

sometimes, I think I'm happy
although, never quite sure.