The Old Point

Drink at the bar, slipping inside

Earlier than a precedent’s imprint

Joking about Holden in rye whiskey

Caught in reality outperforming

The nuance of water settling the body

Droplets wetting the lips, flowing an abdomen

Dangling eye contact to hold open a door

Sunflower and deciding where to put seeds

Traversing into old Algiers like Dylan

Cats on the street hand in the pause to acknowledge

That a man comes prepared to the old point

This path under the trinity of the ladder risks

Entry into youthful places feeling aged beyond routine

The tattooed sundown of covering the back beat

Conversation starters and mosquitoes buzzing back streets

Remembering her subtle concern for the patio of St. Joe’s

Amenities in the satchel to convey thoughts of the other

A planned intention of comfort to sink into the scene

As bodies mirror in hand, sight line, and posture

The dance of sex flutters in the comedy of assumption

Seeing her intelligence lift from the layers into the explicit

Of how she seeks to be viewed in honest reflection in the night

The vibration reverberates into a father beyond the grave

Of some hour to pair with the psychologist’s womb

The subtly of coding human in the context of a convex smile lifting

On the humor of made up holidays or a little girls’ soccer future at stake

On the lawn to a four year-old boy swimming a lap destined for a struggle

Coaching and balancing vampire diary entries

With a boy that picked out all the marshmallows from his lucky charms

And a girl that cherished them with the owl of Athena’s wisdom on her arm

Dancing the exhibitionist controlling the audience truncating their purview

When she elects like driving shifts because some time cars go off the road

The overwhelming scents of herbs stimulating in a miniature bouquet

In her fingers as he expresses the implications of an overstimulated amygdala

On his life as she recalls an A positive blood type and his collapsing to rubbing alcohol

To her naming the introvert’s tome before he even need speak the title

Good at entertaining one’s mind, sometimes he looks away

As the words waiting in the assembly line are three steps ahead

And looking into her eyes breaks the chain as if he knows

The counseling, the evaluations, the helping other humans speak

From their hearts blabbering on their chests like marionettes

To the strings of the silence she lets linger in that chin and those eyes

Peering like a woman who likes to stand by the wall

And absorb her surroundings, contemplate, and choose

When she is ready for a heart to emote

In sight lines and by-lines of how these moments shook out

In a living room show of an acoustic guitarist singing about sharks

Melbourne and New Orleans po-boys and his wife calling 911 to save a life

For a man to turn the knob and enter to pursue to provide

What she requires in the moment escribed

Kitchen eschew, rooms occupied, ascending darkened stairs

To light the way for water’s escape

Rendezvous at a guarded door for the security to explore

The busted night on wood planks and hand shakes

To set this chest of ice in the car trunk

As she wishes to walk up the levee

Past the peering eye fence and turkeys standing in the night

Shuffling over to see the muddy river flow below the feet of the mount

Staring out in those moments that make all great men

A first kiss exchanging unspoken subtlety for purposeful expression

The glow of a street light and the moon

To take time in a beam and stretch whatever star’s gift

Exploding that sun from the other chasms of the universe

To hit her lips whilst eyes closed

Could rise a man to offer his name

A woman to show a man her home

And think about the beautiful exchange