Impossible blue clouds

“You’re kidding me” and “no, thanks,” are
her most favorite words, easily. Tom had

informed me prior to the get-together that she
was a killer at yoga; an absolute beast, he phrased

it, about. So she wore jeans and vest
that had to be nineties made, and it was hard to

avoid a glance at those toned, tan arms crossed,
attached to a hand attached to a drink. Her smile

is like a spring sky, with impossible blue clouds and
a variety of song birds about the trees. It makes me spit

my drink nearly, just conversing with her, and
every once

and again my eye line hits some angelic

angle: like on a titled-head laugh, or a superior wink,
or brief grin and brush of my arm with her hand.

shivers and slightly slitted lips, this meet up
has got me all mixed. mega waves hit me when she

grabbed my wrist, twisted my eyes into hers and said
“I have a storage unit I need to unpack; will you help me?”

Couple this, couple that

But she likes the mismatched socks. She likes to point
at the dog and smile. He likes the way her legs stay
pressed together naked; when she splits them for a cross

across a knee it’s all the more important. It’s the way she shoots
her panties like a rubber-band. That siren-call smile he sports draws her in as well.
Mutual is the way this plot flips. He has the beard that refuses

to be soft. She has the actions that guys hold aloft, idealize, over-
indulge in fantasy lands; he doesn’t
have time for that. Too busy is what
the writing keeps him. The camera holds her. They fit like puzzle

piece perfection but the boxes aren’t the same. Who cares?
And where did the train take them then? She likes sex in the boxcar,
and so does he, but he won’t let it. She likes pretzels of all kinds.
She likes sliding glass doors. He liked the way she’d pick a moment and
grab his hand and flail a little as they walked, keeping pace with his
bigger steps, reading all the storefront signs out loud, just in case.

November 25, 2012

To better understand what I am
going through:

I still very well recall the
look on your face when I
would come into view:

your smile, wild look
contentment in your eyes
and mouth
(or so I thought):

and intent in your walk,
it was the purpose with
which you heel-toed your
way to me:

motivation was in every
step and you loved the
journey because in the
end:

a hug, a kiss,
a few kind words.