August 2014 K Poems Two

Everybody's screaming for equal rights.

How do you treat your brother and sister

no matter what color?

Good to the taste

I’ve tasted cigarettes.

I’ve tasted whiskey.

I’ve tasted lips

that have left me,

but I’ve never tasted

anything better than you.

Because angels

do not appear

to me do they

not exist?

Taste

I like my tea cold

and I like my tea hot,

but I don’t like my love

lukewarm.

The Growth of Intimacy

It starts with a smile

and doesn’t necessarily

wind up in bed.

It starts with a look,

but doesn’t necessarily

end up with a kiss.

It starts with a phone call,

an email,

an instant message,

a gesture that

this person is worth

getting to know.

It escalates to respect

and admiration, and

can lead to love.

He’s got a pet pig

but eats bacon strips.

When he’s done

he licks his lips.

We’ll grow old together

no matter what the weather.

Our skin will turn to leather,

but we’ll still be making love.