~Above the Tombstone Maker~

pale pink spackled walls
were our shut in
and the last kiss was worthy
of memories
you reflect on for the long haul

simple shit like walking close
synchronized longing-
wondering...
our chests
pounding
the pavement
making it back to your place
where you kissed my ankles
and talked about my
pretty mouth on yours

putting it to you
just the way
you like to look me
in the eyes
and whisper unrepeatable passions
only we know
what it was like
to be welded there
like some abstract sculpture
just before breaking
a sweat was worth
the shower of your kisses

and that huge city
swallowing me
in to the belly
of your small apartment
in Brooklyn-
things are happening