The barn, your hands

An old barn shrill with crickets' trill

(we snuck away to meet like spies)

tomatoes on the windowsill

(the car was hot against my thighs)

clover growing through the floor

(there was little time to spare)

summer here had grown indoors

(your hands were strong, and everywhere).

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..and then the storm came...

(we didn’t hear it,

‘cause we were going at it)

bringing down the barn

around us...

...a climax to shake the world...

...ah, Irene...

I’ll never forget how you laid me.

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The old barn, barely standing still

(as I ponder, years retreat)

warms my heart in winter's chill

('twas not the car; 'twas you in heat).

of poems read

a kiss, the kind girls remember

is not a kiss of measured bliss,

perfect in its timeliness;

it's the one that leaves your heart undone,

a far from perfect hit-and-run

that isn't great until redone

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we guys remember kisses too,

and how badly we desired to

hit and run, but then we'd rue

we didn't stay and follow through

it is, afterall, love :)

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of poems read

charmed right to my molecules,

I allow myself to play the fool;

though heartache dots the final line,

in the meantime, love, it feels divine.

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Allow me then to be the tool

to rock you to your molecules.

If heartache be the bottom line,

hand me a pen; I'll countersign.

love makes me silly

you're the

fortune

in my

cookie

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