there are rumors of winter, my
metaphor December, yours May.
our senses are nuanced contrasts:
you proffer seduction, I hesitate. I
know this transition - resistance
is a form of weakness. what I wear
on my sleeve is never fashionable.
neither are old jeans and flannel.
but season-appropriate is need;
warmth and submission, desire.
tonight I leave this to memory:
scent. texture. contour. heat.
posture. position. intent. your
skin: taste is bitter salt;
stinging sweat; rhythmic-sound
of breathing. is that you? is
this recall or fantasy? lights out.
volume up. sedition is under cover.
Poems © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker