One Night

When intimacies are left
   without acknowledgment,
all value is lost.
   Even more so for the one
who gave apart of himself
   in the exchange.

Sorry

I love her
  but I am sorry for her.
She doesn't see what's real.
Or she won't.


Either way,
  it'll be the end of her one day.
And I will be sorrier still.

A Spring Day

Parked under a tree
My feet on his dashboard
Warm breeze through the windows
The sun shining in.

Spoon fed Gelato
A comfortable quiet
New spark to his dark eyes
A cold creamy kiss.

I Forget

I'm forgetting him..

And he should have been worth my remembering.

Or at least - he would have been.

Had he not well deserved my forgetting.

Casual Relations

Oh, but to share casual intimacies.
No emotions, no hang-ups, no hurt.

Only sheer pleasure.

Always fleeting.
But entirely liberating.

In the Rain - a vignette

Caught completely by surprise, he stood motionless in the rain, his black umbrella shielding him from the downpour. He had been making his way from his apartment to a local pub when he saw her. His heart sank.

She came out of the coffee house across the street, accompanied by an old friend, both of them stopped short by the rain. She threw her purse above her head and with squeals of laughter, the pair ran out onto the sidewalk toward the cars parked along the curb. She stopped abruptly and bent down to scoop up the keys she had just dropped, her thin dress clinging to her in the rain. With her keys in hand she hurried toward her car, unlocking the doors remotely as she ran.