Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

It’s Not About Me

It’s not about me Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed