budding bodies, coarse anatomies; picture a broken jaw and sensitive lips
to kiss that kind of person is worrisome, ugly — defiance of centrefold cages
where glossy people blankly looked bored; at times photographic calm, beauty appreciated, at times jotted-down lies, beauty catabolized . Oh, carnage is cozy because carnage knows its wanted. I’m talking about love — the kind of love that reminds of God, others, sleeping spouses with a ring like your own, of children coughing, of friends in some coffee delight and of imagination surrounded by natural traits and planetary wonders that make intimacies of both distance and closure.
Some days ago you gave me flowers with no love due
I gave you chocolates that made stalement its capitalism.
Like stretched elastics we’ve been pulled obscenely
and when did you move to the opposite side of the chessboard I could not know
I thought we had the same team; I do not like this checkered dance.▬