Friday, February 6, 2015

Blue Eyes

Surprised by blue eyes,
The awkward novelty of
Two strangers in a bar

Navigating compacted complexities
Reduced to a simple
Hormonal drive

The Horned god
Hoping for a

While ghosts of the past
Drift, absorbing our
Kisses before they meet

Our skin, a compression bandage
Applied over life’s wounds
For brief respite

Sons of our father’s fears
Still seeking salvation in
Elysium’s elusive acceptance

Here, now
In this anonymous bed
We undress the burden of our care

In the covertness
Of our nakedness,
We trace our histories

In the tenderness of touch
On skin, while unseen
Scars open as sea anemones

Only to close
With a sting

When we separate

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