I used to want to be in love with her.
then, for awhile anyway
I wanted to fuck her,
half out of anger
now
I just want to see her
naked,
and I have no idea why
I suppose
we are meant for each other,
soul mates.

I still want to spend some time
in Mexico
before I die.
I guess that means I
should just aim
and shoot
my face into the heat that pounds
the whole day through
on the wind.

Sweat

Salt sting in eyes, the Ocean
off to the right somewhere.
but my car will probably heave up on me
out in the desert
leave me,
just like a woman
to wonder why I even tried to make it
when I was at least surviving
before
and had the dream.

Maybe not as spectacular
as touching the real thing,
the heat and the wet.
but it’s something
and it makes me smile
without losing sleep.
without yelling.
I still want to see her naked.
and though I probably never will, that’s
okay.