Monsoon

Wet, you.

Oppressive, you.
Humid, you.

The smell,

…you.

BFM

I know what I'm doing

Rita kept her fuzzy strapped pink slippers and matching laced negligee chilled in the lower neglected family waters at tentacles reach.

Her skin glistened like frosted dew in the moon's wane, ready to melt under the firm embrace of an intellectual bipedal man, if only he’d risk a late night swim in a losing tide uncovering tentacles flailing with knives, forks and mirrored shards.

B.F.M.

Best Wishes

I wish you could see me. Now.

But you never did, I wasn’t metric enough;

too weighty on the air side.

B.F.M.

Near-Sighted

My eyes see you 

inches from me

my heart feels

you’re

a marathon away.

B.F.M.

Molotov

I know fondness, desire, coupling, 

jealousy, abandonment, fear, 

a blundered icy cocktail 

with a warm and fuzzy back burn.

B.F.M.

Giddy-up-pony

I like when her hands 

slip into 

the small of my back

like a giddy-up-pony

at the county fair.

B.F.M.

Betrayal

Though you say
the morning cock crowed
I was miles away.

B.F.M.

Love Poem 22,314

Mosquito bastard
loitering, piercing,
diseased, delirious.
Love.

B.F.M

Lover's Call

Caught off guard
she calls my name 
like an office mate
needing a paperclip.

B.F.M.