I would swallow you with my eyes
I would seduce you with my words
I would tempt you with my vocabulary
I would kiss you with my hands
I would consume you, complete you, consummate you
If only I were allowed to talk to you at all.

You must be stronger than I
You don’t need to absorb my image
Soak it in
The way I need to absorb you
And your mind
And your competence
You must be stronger than I
You don’t need to memorize my face
Urgently memorialize it
The way I need to memorize you
And your hands
And your lips
You must be stronger than I
You can look away

This is right.
Irrevocably, inescapably, inevitably.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Without the perfection.
This is is right.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Give or take a few major excerpts.
This is right.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Except
Not quite.

My steering wheel alone
Knows what I am dying to shout
The whisper I settle for
At least someone has said it
At least its true
At least I know
You and I and my steering wheel
The only confidant
Sure to keep my confidence
In this tangle of mutual friends.

It’s still there
Much diminished and
Asphyxiated
The ember of our
Coelision
It’s still there
Waiting for your whisper
To flare.

Stages, love,
Stages
Help me to my feet
A smile for every inch
A kiss for every three
Stages, love,
Stages
Pull me from my seat
Towards waiting obligations
Towards a world asleep
Stages, love,
Stages
Pry me off your street
Away from warm inclusion
Away from your safe-keep

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Candis and I are making this fajita
For you
Heaped with beef, and cheese,
And lettuce –
Candis and I are making this fajita
For you
Without tomatoes, or onions
Or selfishness –
Candis and I are making this fajita
For you
And dubbing it
A love fajita –
(Made of Lindsay and Candis’s love
Not love and Lindsay and Candis.)

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I tease you in my rear-view mirror
Lip-stick-less, but no less attentive
Flaunting my head-start
I tease you in my rear-view mirror
As I turn right or
Wrong
And even though I am easily lost
I expect you to follow me.

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Insistent
would-be kisses
keep me from
my paper
Tell me you would, if you were here.
Persistent
guardian arms
keep me from
imagined danger

Tell me you would,
you will
you want to.
Tell me you would, if you were here.

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Waning tide
Pouring over the
Event horizon
A cascade of
Dying thunder
Celestial whirlpools
Draining to
Terra’s downy foliage
A mist of
Humble disconcertion