OF GASPS AND GAZES

You garble at

your short speech

and stutter at him.

Prior, prior

to your

first meeting –

you already

gave what will

later be asked

from you.

On the edge of

discontent

you both strolled

until the wind

has taken

it’s toll…

Not to forsaken,

but to leave a mark.

So prior, prior

to the soft

caress…

prior, prior

to the dark

voice

that looms

between your

pink cheeks

and prior, prior

to the echoing

assignation

just bellow

his belly…

You already haunted

his dream…

OF THE UNCOMMON

The notion

of course

is always inaccurate

he pertains

to a myth of a healer

or at least some

character who

could:

“help pick up

the broken pieces”

yet,

she refused

to accept

initially

as always

Then she gives

the nod

he proceeds

perceives

the fine

points

of

pleasure

A guarantee

of a solemn

vow

of muffled

joys;

the shortest

measure

of eternal

delight.

The notion

of course…

in the dark,

we are one.

-Jay Protacio Mendoza