L U M I N A * N O S T R I

  Lust It feels good to admit it:  I haven’t had it in so long. Like the proverbial creepy old man, My eyes rest on other’s upper lips. My legs wobble on the crest of  a pair of broad shoulders. My nose steals deep inhales of some stranger’s perfumed scent. My fingers imagine themselves wet to trace the tones of your skin. My taste buds, betrayers,  want it all, right now.

  Recall It was around this time yesterday,  under the tin of a more northern sky, the seagull’s call came crashing over our heads, loud and repeating… You’d been gone no more  than ten minutes when I heard it a second time, today. I was under  a gas station’s tin roof. I saw the two gulls call in time loud and repeating, not over my head  and not over the empty space  where yours would be. 

  Not So Secret Prayer Dear Whoever is Around To Listen—  Make me an instrument of your piece; that I can play each note as it’s meant to be played  and nothing more, nothing less. Let my small stones of hope, nope, and love, make it so.