II

under that peeling wood porch step
where it was dark, and cool.
Like it was his way of transitioning slowly
wetting his feet in the feeling of late evening.
To die alone like he lived alone
like everything does.
Even the simplest creatures know
that company is only company
A kiss can't hold you
That's just make-believe safety to calm you.
The strongest man can't embrace your frame
hard enough to keep you.
Just hope for a touch strong enough to make you believe in it.
You're finite.
You're transient.
That's yours,
and you should make it count.
Are you imaginative enough to deny your impermanence?
Or brave enough to live like you know it well.

Missing Mars

Most of the moon is illuminated 

these days.

 Basking in the warmth of its solar partner

 Bathing in the light of its longest love

 Borrowing constant kisses of heat and bright 

an existence of comfort and convenience

An old love

Sewn of familiarity. 

Though there is a part of its surface

which still lies cold and dark.

A land of eternal night 

who pulls away from the white hot

and strains to pull closer

Into the gravitational pull of Mars.

Where the red dry pallor

Might recognize the darkness

it knows so well itself

A new rotation

sewn from excitement and passion.

The kind of pull that can be felt

but not reached,

By two beings who delight in dancing in shade.

Though the moon knows there always has to be

a lighthearted counterpart

and it braces itself,

 For the promise of the light which always has to come.