Tearless - Awake

Yesterday you were here
And today as
the blue curtains flutter
moon light sleeps
on your bed

How much I love
Strangers
at night
Fresh flesh - skin - cologne
fresh white bed sheet -  starched
Fresh smell of orgasmic sweat
Different each one
From the rest

How much I wish
you were a stranger tonight
Old songs silver ash
like strangers we part
untouched by change.

Beach Friday

smell of dried 
fish and salt 
the grey sea
ancient basked 
under the sun

children picking
sand in little 
cupped hands
him and he 
once measured love 
using little silver cups 

I wake up tired
The first winter morning
and the chilled north wind brings
aroma of fresh belgian chocolates
in a large box full
of desires longings
and loss