Booties in soft leather. The kind that feel like butter. The heal, chrome, my armor. Half moon toe opening to the knuckle.
I toss my battered old pair of Fly’s, torn and worn, into the city trash can lining the Theater arena. My toes flash “Big Apple Red”, peeping boldly against the grey, matte foot pad as I pound the city stairs up Madison Square Garden. Ready to rock out to Sol Invictus feeling like a “Superhero”.
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I’m sure our love was meant for another
Our brief yet brilliant
Fling
filled the air we breathed
in deep
butterfly.
you didn’t even snore. I slept in your bed like this cat on my leg
cozy and warm I didn’t know
I could have another home
bear.
the way you looked at me
reflected a desire to last forever
yet life had other plans
aborted our love
quickly, cut cords
harshly, my memories remain fondly
my love.
the Snow Moon glistens across 22 inches. I shovel, re energize, reminisce…
Tanned Calves
Dirty Bucks
Biker shorts
Rocker boots
big appetites
bigger smooch
lies lies lies
blow up my mind
Elderslie and coffee
conversation like a breeze
money is the power move
time be the player
if I was all the wiser
over in a day or
two
too many pomises
yeah, I always follow through
and I know you didn't mean it
next time, I call you
OUT on that
It's a game
It's a mood
Its's a lame
ass
excuse
And in the end it was so real
but chemistry never wins
so see ya
How did I fall so fast
such fool
Dinner with mom
sashay la mouche
we fly baby fly
never have I ever
said the words so fast to another;
has brought around family
break fast my lover
but the patterns
I see
the yes to the movie
last minute turns to no
A pass by your couch
you decide to lay low
not feeling it
to the band at the bar
cough cough
misread
duh, not going out means
no company please
drive home rain pours
wipers suck
light out can’t see
once again once again
red pleather pants peel
off
in my room
makeup wiped clean
burgundy top pile up
for the next rock star studded night…
with out you
Month one
It’s a rush
A love bomb
Four digit security
to your heart your home your 6ft tall manly hood
Month two
miles away the heart grows fonder
ears ring
brag to friends
the love grows stronger
Bonnie Raitt and sisterhood
Month three
is this the demise
dinner with friends goes awry
colds and coughs arise
dates cancelled
no notice
disappointment seeps
Month four
creeps in with out notice
holiday season upon us
family disguise
skating glee
the sick old month leaps
Month five
full holiday season
rush rush rush
front the perfect bf
family family family
dinners for two
morning walks pushed aside
Month six
three Saturdays without
a mom of kids would notice
a miss of a partner
left unheard
communicate relate recenter
3000 miles away
heart the escape
I’ll go
Month seven
what even is that
it is no longer
of needs not met
in time and way how spent
feelings voiced
to rage and gaslit
bait
to end to end to end
a romance that’s fade
The Past Stays Here 