Perhaps

Perhaps we’re just taking
up space in each other’s empty
wounded hearts.

Perhaps you’ll let me pull
down the straps of your sea blue
overalls and allow my fingers to crawl
all over your brown earth.

Perhaps my bed is just right for us
and our bodies will fold together
like fingers intermingling.

Perhaps we will not annihilate
each other with tongues.
I want your lies, your smoke,
your children splattering the sheets,
my chest and chin.

Perhaps I’ll let you bury me
and live on for another twenty years,
soaking your old bones
in my memories.

 

Night Clothes

The best time to be naked is 3:00 am
Black velvet skin is the proper attire
As you stand on your balcony
Stroking the night—
A little drink, a little smoke, a little lonely.

There ought to be other men
Standing on their porches too
Aiming the red tips of their cigarettes
At you.

Blue’s Books Open 24 Hours

The urinals have piss in them
the toilets a turd or two floating
The soap is yellow like hard cheese.
The stained tiled floor
is not good for old knees.
But the glory holes are busy
with tongues and assholes
seeking blue comfort

 

© 2005 Charles Harvey - Contributor's Bio