sicilian winds

i had your hand in mine

with soft fingertips you stroke my palm

and lips of pillow pink

plush and wet

our mouths embrace one last time

your smell devours me

sweet sugar scent

patchouli

i run my tongue against your sweat
your fingers grazing languid at my waist
and almond eyes squint like a cat retracting his gaze
in fear of loving his master too much.

ruddy child you are
i kiss your smooth skin back
and sometimes i feel your touch behind me
whispering affection on my neck

like sicilian winds
slamming doors

cashing in

well, have you let yourself heal yet?

have you written new songs and do you still laugh long into the night?

does it linger like your heart strings a new chord on your guitar?

do you hit the right keys when everything is falling apart around you?

do you say 'I will' and run into the woods thrashing animal 

sunburnt, dried out, desert baby?

do you call out my name into the ocean's breath, begging for some benevolent reprieve?

the cold winter air capturing every syllable like a fox caught in trap?

well, which is it then?

will you race your heartbeat one last time or go limp like a soft lamb slaughtered?