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
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