A tale of 2 loves... 

Sleeping With Sasha

his name was just a whisper

but his words could blow open shutters

and leave them hanging

like frightened children

clinging to their mother's skirt

i never wanted to be like his other lovers

sad writers rubbing against him

in hopes of contracting talent like a disease

but he kept writing his way up my skirt

and i kept kept drinking my way to his bed

poets make lousy lovers

they're too busy hoarding details and moments

so in their next epic tome they wont have to fake it

the earth never moved for me

until long after we'd slept

I'd feel the rumble of nearby trains

and pray he'd be gone by morning.

Once There Was Fire

these phone calls make me sad.
the suburbabble of how is your job and how is your life and how is your hamster your kids and your dog?

and all i can remember is how you used to whisper hows your soul?

you tell me youre fine but i know that youre not because youre talking to me about crabgrass, the weather and fishing

and all i can think about is how you would kiss me and i would write stories in your mouth.

you tell me how you dont miss the heat now that youve moved up north, and a clutch of memories stick in my throat and between my legs

because all i can remember is the desert and our slippery thighs and how i traced words in the sweat on your back during all those siestas we did not sleep.

you tell me its quiet now, and peaceful and you love it except for the bad cellphone reception... as if on cue our connection crackles

i say remember that time you got mad at the crappy old wiring in the house in LA, so you went outside with your gun and shot the phone box on the side of the house and how you laughed so hard when minutes later we heard police sirens and i got scared and made you turn off all the lights.

you say you dont remember but i know that you do, but you have to pretend in order to survive and that your compromise is sitting right there in the room.

and i want to be kind and to leave you in peace and not remind you of how you came up lame and how you looked so sad when you said babygirl, wild ponies gotta run... and cut loose the tether just as the wind hit my back.

but i'm lost now and retracing my steps and and i cant let my universe regret you

because i remember when we were fearless

when I sang poems to the breeze

and you chased after more than just breath