The One Who Opens DoorsYou were three minutes late.My directions were awful.I don't know right from left.forgot to introduce my parents.left quickly,hearing only;"be careful it might snow."Your white Grand AM has a dent in the left corner with yellow paint chips from a parking lot pole. You blushed as you opened my door.We ate saganaki off pitasfrom a faux-greek dinerwith napkins gluedto the tableand a neon signglowing:"The honey treeis open OPA!We picked titles off the screentimes flashing SOLD OUT in boldred letters.You watched the previews.I watched your face glowshades of blue and grey.The movie was lessdistracting
Would you be Jealous?Would you be jealous?If I kissed Lillies.Flickering orange powder across silkypetals. Resting on my nose pooling into the deepest center.Nectar following brown tiger freckles.My index finger traces yourlips. Your tongue follows…hold stillI don't want toso…Deep red maraschino cherrykisses…an hour with youa full blown sugar-coma
GayThe burning within is taking flightshowing you what I amthe shamed horror of what I can't hidewont turn back againthe passion for loveone from anotherbut not for whom it seemedthe love I wish to holdlies beneath the untouched part of meso look upon us and grimacebut know I'm standing tallso you see I love herand with her I won't falland though he guilt is ragingthrough my hollow skinour love will over powerand justify this sin.