PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i've said this for years.  i've said this after some hot summer dreams, swapping saliva across an enamel threshold, woke up to find my face thick and hot, buried in the lovers embrace with a pillow who may or may not appreciate affection but wouldn't understand if it did.  i know that i could dream my face on billboards and cereal boxes and plastic wrapped action figures and hear the sugared syllables of my name on the lips of black white and green.  



If i woke up a morning and God Himslef decided to pay me a visit and lay all of this before me (only because i've been doing a smash bang-up job of being bloody useless) :



The Fourth of July would still make me sick

so that i'd have to go and lay down

but even before my waking wick was snubbed

i'd feel water warm licking my feet

and who can resist affection like that?

so in i go, my want wants to see the past

tonight

and could i still remember that body?

the one that glowed different colours in the light

are infinite neurons electricity firing

enough wattage to recall?

the skin that was slippery when whet

i traced its lines over and over

so that somewhere there's a beautiful tableau

and the water is warm

changes from red to yellow to blue to...

and we're there somewhere, at sometime

so i can pluck it and hold it real close

as fireworks explode overhead