You are in a word 

penultimate. 

Kiss and touching.  

Intense, 

the nights course. 

Bed and a fond. 

Cast yours 

the ethereal. 

Guidance directly. 

Bullard its weight. 

It's just me and shadows 

on the highway 

to find direction out 

of this heartbreak town. 

It's like I see your reflection 

in the rearview mirror. 

Turn the radio off the sad songs. 

They know it's been wrong. 

You're stranger to me now. 

Mother says stay 

away from strangers. 

So I've nothing for you. 

Life is full of danger. 

Beware of fools. 

Fall apart for all to see. 

Every face concern and pity. 

I see no light. Life. 

"No passing," signs 

around misery. 

I await you, love.

Poets penance.  

Gentle giant and 

defiance. 

Be vigilant until 

the day love.  

Draw you nigh.  

And the thunder.

Burst of chatter. 

The enabled get on.

I see great things 

it begat.

Save a man from himself. 

Who'd cleave himself and manhood 

to the hem of your frock. 

Save a man by pointing out his wealth. 

Knowing you, 

a man cannot help himself. 

You'd tell he must watch his speech. 

Cannot deny reach. 

Come aboard where borders are tenuous. 

Bodies vessel mahogany flesh 

in the name love.  

Significant endeavor, 

love. 

Unrestrained. 

She fatale I covet. 

The diaspora 

exceedingly curious. 

Damsel a fashion. 

Determined of acts. 

Designate zealot. 

Specific act. 

Diabolic. 

Dream girl for me. 

Twists and circle tours. 

Ratio of lovers. 

Folksy mix   

the darlings. 

Pure velvet. 

Throw caution 

from first. 

Pride of fete. 

Come a tug 

in earnest. 

Unbridled. 

Goddess. 

Kiss for kingdom. 

Your wisdom. 

Heavenly. 

A moment splendor.  

Certainty she lie with me. 

The sudden. 

The vulnerable.  

The echo wood and walls.  

The tool the ever after. 

Happily and striking. 

Shoulders a disarm. 

Won over in the breach.  

The grit she hold  

Stalwart. 

The flamboyant. 

Feminine.    

Looking into the beat of felicity. 

And she lie sideways. 

Her head shelved by her palm. 

Swords of skin and bone mahogany 

like Katydids. 

Long and slender. 

Horizon a white line of fine linen. 

Back of that. 

Well walls the color chianti. 

Looking into felicity. 

With a quickening pulse made so 

by hunger and the rush. 

A hero's welcome.  

Don't look at him that way Rochelle. 

You want him gone Rochelle. 

Your skin is onyx. 

Your umbra. 

True to the black. 

Your black heart. 

Winter spell. 

You covet him. 

But you covet his last breath. 

In a kiss of death. 

Yet mixed with her antipathy is a yen. 

You may not have him to covet 

if you kill him. 

Subject him to condition, 

lurking in the black. 

The shadows Rochelle.  

Once inside her inner tramp takes over. 

Low light and just enough

for a space her own. 

Greeted by cross wind 

west to east. 

Open windows and the 

door to the portico. 

Give her the appearance 

walking on air. 

A high to die for right then. 

He walks heavy on 

the back stairs. 

Lamb and a pumpkin sun as garnish 

fill the air its redolence. 

 

At Soprafina with 

the glass everything. 

Pavlovian conditioning 

to her dress. 

I sweat her a mighty 

wind to lift her spirits. 

There. 

Discretion the lesser third 

of the whole. 

Behind demand and consequence. 

Her throaty laughter.

Suddenly spring and 

everything is open... 

for discussion. 

You let me be brazen. 

Say what in a sonnet. 

Lover. 

Am I not your innovation? 

What say of my impatience? 

Sudden spring and there's 

a bloom on things. 

Take my side come on dawn. 

Dew so viscous stick to me.