amidst, the unavoidable stress and calamity of the holiday season; hasty shopping, excessive consumption & recounting triumphs and failures of the year gone by, it is important to remind ourselves...
O, the days of wild abandon:
of vanilla cigars & gin & juice
of honey dripping off your body at night
and ants in the sheets come the morning light
of hoisted up in the shower, twisted & sudsy sex
of breaking the soap dish; not seeing through the steam
of grilling summer peaches for lunch & letting them char & letting them burn
whilst roaming hands went where they needed to be
of having
and wanting
and having again
and again
of the first precocious kiss you planted
of the first name I wrote (it was yours) in the snow
of
our initials carved at Coney Island; witnessed by the freakshow &
the sand & cotton candy & the boardwalk of our future, good
intentions
of soon-to-come growing, great dividing distance and ever increasing melancholia
of jealous tongues of lying teeth of lips imparting desperate, vitriolic goodbyes
