27 Zen

more poetry

[27zenpoetry]

show time

        show time

i am william show and tell

making the overture

curving to you embouchure playing pleasure on your kazoo 

raising your shirt like a curtain

staging a wonderful comeback

caressing your spine for the extend run of theatrical delight

[27zenpoetry]

all

         all

all i won der about

is more than i deserve

it is the sweetness of desire that comes as i walk past the lilacs

it is the cool breeze of moist air that comes through the screen

it is the texture under my fingertip

when all i want to do is kiss your thighs

it’s reggae music bouncing memories of jumping off the cliff at ricks café in jamaica

it is neatly folding all the laughter of children up in a napkin

it is traveling miles and more miles and not forgetting the barely awake waiter taking your order

of knowing there are millions of yellow fish by the coral

the world is bigger than me and we should share it

together

all the way to more than i deserve

[27zenpoetry]

romance of the fence

         romance of the fence

 sensual intrigue floating overhead like the x of a helicopter hickey 

post holes and postal communiqués that arrive within the slender design of dancing seals that possess all the kisses

romancing the slats of the white picket fence that divides intimate territory

finding that what separates us is a thin, warm line of flesh  against flesh

against mental zoning of imagination and

desire

[27zenpoetry]

no longer cool

     no longer cool

i think we can agree the dehumidifier in the basement is much more of a slut then the window fan that blows air onto the porch

the jury is out on the mini frig where the tonic water is hiding

i firmly believe there is little good to say about the water heater

it’s propane you know

the mower electric stays outside

i would hazard a guess which way that device goes sexually speaking

because of all of these carnal devices that ramble in my home i have decided against an air conditioner

at my age, i am not sure i can handle the carnal efficiency

[27zenpoetry]

  in your wheelbarrow

so much suspends within

the pink of your thighs

moist with  desire

beside the light of smiles

[27zenpoetry]

all undressed         and no place to go

all undressed          and no place to go

long, summer-like days in the library     with my view of trees through the office window, across the floor and out the east window

the office lit by skylight and darken by wishing

and thoughts of sunscreen evening breezes slipping though a bedroom screen

a long slumber into mid-morning and sleeping off the third or fourth glass of black fly ipa

stopping my legs from sweating with a cotton sheet between them

looking out my office window with amused revelation

of how i just seduced you here and then to my bedroom if only in a poem

but without you even realizing how often i bring you into my arms