Sunday, December 15, 2013

Steam Cleaned

I should be able
to write of happiness
I know I've experienced it
somewhere along the way
I've traveled a long road
I should have bumped into it
here and there...
The moon is happiness to lovers
but cold when you're alone
walking barefoot along the beach
is always better with two
hand in hand...
enjoying the sounds
and smells
and brisk salty air
I've kissed
within the small spaces
allotted to me...
made love between commas
long unhurried times
that left lonely memories
I imagine you making love
to all the others
and happiness disappears
as in a vapor
rising out of sight
I'm steam cleaned of it...