jayivan

My arms flex tight
To impress this strength, this bulk
Against
Into
Your body.
I hold my chest wide and loose
To encompass your exhausted and wet frame
Within
Without
My body,
Wet and exhausted
Dissipating
Into the lonesome misty skies
Gathering storm clouds in the mountains high.

His face, a hastily
built treehouse in a woody suburb,
beckons me up

the rickety ladder,
toward his plywood smile
And rusty fingers.

All you want for me:
Just to be happy, simply,
Like a morning smile.

Choose to see with eyes
Lensless, just gelatinous:
White orbs blind-aware.

Jazz tunes from Jersey
Silouettes the skyline cool
Winter rain blue.