Two Poems

seasoned

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.

night sweats

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