los angeles

the fabric of reality is sewn together

by the individual threads of our minds

i turn a corner and what do i find

but more monterey i want to leave behind

they accept my return ticket early

i train back to l.a.

 

walk from the depot

to a bar in little tokyo

it’s already dark

 

halfway through a sapporo

she slinks next to me

i buy her a drink

 

we drink our fill

but neither spills

their heart upon the bar

 

we don’t have to uber far

to her place

 

naked i trace

the most magnificent breasts

i’ve ever seen

get lost in a dream

from which i never wish to wake

 

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after a “good morning”

she brings black coffee

while wearing a white blouse

that caresses her thighs

i sigh

and think of the line

“coffee flavored kisses”

as her tongue finds mine

i remove her blouse

and want to paint her breasts

on the ceiling of the sistine chapel

 

adam and eve with an apple

without any fig leaves to sew

she bestows, i glow

knowing no one ever knows

what the next day will bring

yesterday clings to my poetry

but today is a new poem

 

she slices up some fruit for breakfast

straddles my lap

feeds me strawberries and cantaloupe

i want to elope

with this moment until we vow

till death do us part

 

yesterday’s art was yelling in monterey

today i reach the pinnacle of poetry

in the pantheons of pulchritude

 

we kind of put the play

before the dress rehearsal

but we collect clothes

and she drives us to the beach

where we walk without words

to disturb our imaginations

 

the fruit has expired

and we inquire at a table for two

she orders a salad

i order a brew

and convalesce in the conversation

of her dark brown eyes

 

i can’t put a finger

on why i will linger

in her laughter

when happily ever after

always exchanges for all the changes

a woman wants to make in me

as evidence of her love

but after yesterday in monterey

i’ll handle this hot plate

without any gloves

 

back on the boardwalk

we bask in the sun

i have yet to ask

when this will be done

and where her time is spent

to pay for her rent

 

i’m not done with these moments

and how the sunshine

has never warmed me more

than when she takes my hand in hers

as we start walking

toward where ever

 

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