Tides of Languor

 Touch the silt
Smoothness of it's fine grit
The dirt inside it flows off
Without staining your finger
Can love just flow off
Without changing the heart
without altering the convergence

up to my ankles, day stepped out
Night rearranged the sky
I am almost motionless
Lapping up the cooling
Pools of saliva desire
To be drooling
A strange reflection on the water

Touch the margin of clay sand
Crumbly and communicative in your hands
Leaving dust that coats the pads of your fingers
Desire sweet in a dormant state lingers
I sluggishly move tracing the fine line
Between the water and the silty sand
Is love a balance like this?

The first stars come through
Orphans disconnected
Shining on obligation
desiring to get closer
Not letting themselves
Only the tide itself has this audacity
To approach, then to recedeTh

 Stars emerge from the surface of the water
I glance back to the drifting firmament
Infinite panes of early evening craving indigo
Touch the sand with the pad of your finger
Grains sliding off but I can't see them
The penumbra of the land obscuring
Specs of faith in my heart I can't count

Wet Ceilings of the night

 I loved my night
My hands reached up to touch sensation
Luminaries turn on the orange
Anticipation flows out of the bulbs

Tone feminine soft long honeylike
she loved looking up at the ceiling
Banquet table empty
dessert was served hours ago

From the ceiling a fresh creek sprang
With it's own aquatic plants, pebbles and fish
Floating in mid air illuminated falling into the table
Right into her yearning eyes

What does one search for in the night
Is there some whim the day may not fulfill?

Two sides of the estuary

 Estuary reeds hug the sides of the inlet
dusk stars to take on the color of the water
A distant fading blue
I take the call at the ocean monitoring center

It's from the past way up the river
When I played a different game
Taking it all literally
Two voices came through the line

Such a needy tone grasping for reminiscing
Their faces exchanged
They accidentally tricked me
By confusing themselves

Each side of the estuary
bronze and smiling
appealing to me
was I the water

Slowly eating away at their sides
Until I could get a better sense of who they were
Beneath the silt and flood driven debris
Maybe then I would tell them apart

Their voices those last doses of sun a the end of the day
The first drops of night restless and addcited to dew 

Pork rinds cook

 Cooking pork rinds

Oil and fat bubbling ocean

Is it the fatty crispy snack

Does that entice

Part of preparation seems vulgar

The smell and splattering oil is overpowering

Pulling each one out with tongs

Laying them on the paper to dry

The oil and fat at a heat on the verge of bursting into flame

Sexual intercourse at the height of friction

Human's moving like animals inside the fire ant's nest

Wriggling jolting frying in the oil, in their own fat

Absorbing then expelling the oil and fat

Going from that soft jelly state

Into hard crackling across the open pan

Anticipating the mouth

Dog's loose

 They chased him around the yard
The dog had escaped
This was his five minutes of freedom
scrambling insanely

Give it another minute
He'll tire himself out
Avoiding every trap
Causing more havoc

Out of our control
running amok
Testing the street people
We couldn't reach him

He was sprinting around
On his instinct and electric limbs
We just need to give up the chase
Resisting seems to satisfy the hound

Promoted from within

 Out here looking for prestige.
Twenty floors up in that decorated office.
All noses for the same plate of food.
practice in the mirror.

Ground floor is a peasant factory.
You want to be up there looking down.
Still pretending to be humble,
Not really pulling it off.

It will take you up.
They will give you your own office.
Space to frame certificates on your wall,
Pace back and forth. 

Gripping your briefcase.
Staring up at the twentieth floor,
back at the face on the watch.
You've become so important to yourself.

Unfaithful mind

 Confused about her

 intoxicated by being wanted in a new way

 telling yourself you need to “experiment to see what’s behind it” 

 curiosity leaking in from the storm

permission-seeking dressed up as investigation

You know what’s behind it

Chemistry Novelty Ego Secrecy 

You don’t need to discover that attraction exists

 You already feel it

What’s actually driving you crazy is this

You want to be the kind who could cross the line

and get away with it

That’s the fantasy

Control Access Power Optional morality