tall, pale and handsome: my prince of rose city

under the covers
since you came over.
our laughter fills
this empty hallway,
with tears that shower
our devilish grins.
tea time pleasure,
retro-political jabber.
inclement visitations:
toque, umbrella,
winter-mitten-whatevers.
stabbing minutes,
shooting hours:
my killing time
partner in crime.
yawns of excitement
escape from your mouth.
caught in the act again!
too slow, old man.
let's celebrate summer
as the snow falls outside.
under these blankets,
the bed is our beach.

the ship of 'if only' and 'what ifs'

but you're right:
i'm not the ocean;
i don't even know
how to swim.
and i don't think
there's a use in
preserving this life;
so let the summer
sink us both.