The End of August
A sudden summer storm cooled the room, cool skin
begged for touch. Reflected light danced liquid
on bedroom curtains, fingers danced on skin.
We shared love slowly with Smoky singing
as high and sweet as sativa smoke.
My dumb prick can’t tell but eyes don’t lie.
Em ess pain
Disease dis-ease the destroyer of the moment
and our passions collapsed.
Death don’t wait in ambush, he drops by
us to pick on choice morsels.
I will serve a rich feast of delights
to be shared before they can be stolen.
I will defy him again and again
my love is stronger than death
and will be yours beyond pain.