On Perspicuity

Almost true:

Blasphemy

—you

A flimsy promise 

I suspect it was known, that

your plan was homegrown

And

I, a nescient botanist

archetypal fool

You convinced me to campaign

For a weed,
as if, 
perchance, 
it were a flower.

Illusion of ardor 

Hooked to the bait

I did not know that 

Intrigue is everything,

only when it has nothing to hide.

Veneers are like shams that lie on sofa beds

to hide our seminal stains. 

They are not pleasurably mysterious 

like curtains that open to a frank world,

eager for breathtaking. 

Thank you for exfoliating

my naiveté:

I was mistaken, I

Confused inscrutability with challenge.

Even so, 

it is a new age now:

“l’amour nouveau”

We are patrons of candidness. It

flows uninhibitedly, just as natures do.

Yes,

Mountains are proudly scaled by those who

saw their preeminent peaks

Long before 

trading in for better shoes.

In Passing

If you will not tarry,

Let me tell you in passing:

A calloused hand is harder to hold

But far more worthy. 

Toska

Speaking your heart to a cool lover

Is, perhaps, like being skinned alive. 

You are vulnerable, and more than naked 

More so

Juxtaposed by their armored habits

Unto which acid could be spilled, 

Inconsequentially. 

But 

You are hardy too.

Or not anymore?

Well, usually, some spilled orange juice

Would not hurt you--

But today, on raw, gleaming skin

It sears.

Are you afraid to pine?

Do you understand the beauty of

Feelings, 

which have a way of making

All the world brighter 

Uncovering all its hidden philosophy:

Yes.

Even a juice bottle will tell you 

that

separation is normal. 

Juice. 

A bottle of dead fruit-- a bottle!

--Taught me

To think to myself,

When I am crying:

"This is

just to shake it well; 

we will drink

in a quick moment. 

Maybe, if I draw the salt in my body up to

My eyes

It will mix things up inside."

Remember:

The drink is much sweeter,

For just a moment 

Of shaking it up. 

An aside:

Is that why 

they say 

we must

"Drink 

the moment?"

Perhaps,

Living in the moment

Just means 

Remembering that tears 

Make you sweeter. 

Well, I just lived a moment 

cast aside. With you.

Pining makes me reflective

In all these pretty ways

And so 

You are perfect 

Not for loving me,

But,

For my love.

The wisest lovers do not say 

"The greatest love is one that 

lights the sky up," 

They say it makes 

A breakfast beverage richer than 

Red hook's treasure;

And we all know that it's

Hard to be unhappy

In a rich world.