Ronan Barbour

Happened 

the sex with her 
was the best I ever had
man,
it was so good
Her furious face
when she grabbed
and squeezed
my squirting cock
into 
her wide open
mouth
sent me
under the caress
of the moth-white spider-thought
curtains
out the open window
into the hot wafting breeze
shooting far into the stars
deep into the blue grape
licked Summer

Whatever happened to
You?

I sometimes think 
all the years of many women
have been my way of trying to move on
where I’ve known
I can’t

You came to me in the midst of a bad dream
last night
I don’t know what was said 
but I saw again
the fawn drops of your almost child-like eyes
I held so precious
and smelled the baked Texas cool dough of your soaped skin
and found you again resting in my heart as I woke up

3:43 a.m. 
I am awake

Now

I am alive
perhaps
while you are 
at rest

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