The Ant Colony Sure is Busy Today

I tap on the glass. Frozen. Cold. near opaque. I can see you & you can see me, but hear we cannot. We each rub the glass with our sleeves & press our faces against the glass. Separated by just a double pain. Separation is pain. Double pain.   Hours melt away, frozen as we gesticulate a silent conversation. We get everything except touch & sound this way. They are missing. They are missed. I breathe on the cold glass to fog it & Write you a lovenote. Love symbols… represent love words… emergent from love  G E S T I C U L A T I O N S. You are ever enough & eternally beautiful. I see your sparks amid the frozen. You see my sparks amid the frozen, but separated, our sparks cannot melt the tundra that surrounds.  I will wait patiently for you, for the door to open. For the glass to shatter. For our flames to converge, again.  Please don’t give up on me.  I will never give up on you.  I will be here....

Love isn’t a strong enough word. It doesn’t translate well . I need another sauce, Although these ones are swell . You showed me each flavor . Deep, full, bold, lasting with grandeur . Y’know Love is a flavor, Indescribable, Umami I wish you only knew, How deeply I love you, So, the analogy rings true, Because I know that you do, We Stuck together like glue. I will  always be here , To steer our canoe. No need for Pam to appear , When all I want is you!  Spinning was fun , In the hot summer sun . But now I miss you a ton . You’re my only special one . Partners in Life , Partners in Strife Partners in Crime Our’s is a love oh so sublime.

We ventured far… To lands exotique. Big city, little museum. Elated we see our canoe. Louie & Clarke we were once again. Look honey! Indians & a wigwam for two a perfect backdrop too Asnuntuck   Clear waters, ahead! No spinning this time. Things were clear instead , Maybe Karl’s phone is just dead . ‘Twas nice to be sober… but the day was not over . You framed it for me , Time immemorial . Yet feels like just yesterday… that I got your Asian market tutorial . Frozen frogs, yum !

  Did you see it? I wonder if it tastes different. Today’s Perfect, So Happy. Did you know there’s gay bro penguins? You blush, I’m too much. Drinks, plenty of ‘em. I’m buzzing. Jellyfish glow, Schools eben flow, You and me . Together we grow. More in love , Soul bonded, two doves. You’re smiling , big & bright. The just–got–home–from–work smile Such a fine sight. Steve crashed the car , & we didn't go far . But though he can’t drive We surely D.I.D. survive… That wonderful stay At the aquarium today .

                                                                                            Let’s go out, publicly wiggly. We arrive, only one’s parked. The light, it buzzes, dimly.  Dressed up, messed up, & revved up. We seek to stake a claim.  We scout, lookout, & enter by the dugout. Timeless, unchanging, NIGHT. Our time. As we hike in there’s… no game to see. Just you & also me. We go deeper, to the field & into paranoia too. Who else just might be, using the lou? No one in sight, we found our oasis. Calm until noises cried out, that is. Bum rush? Lurkers? Criminals? – not tonight Who knew owls could scream out  in such a wretched  blight. The debauchery ensued, surely as p...

On the nights you lost your shadow… These nights made us. A million times over, I would do it thus… I wrote you plays & songs & stories The origin of storytime, as it were . For me they weren’t in-length, shorties   But I know, for you ‘twas only a blur . Peter Pan needed Wendy to mend his shadow with stitches It does what it wants while her body twitches Writhing, reeling, & losing control, doth the perilous fight Hang on, hold fast, carry on; I think she just might ‘Twasn’t you, but your shadow I had gotten that night ‘Lest we forget the pen be mightier than the sword Stories can be tools, sometimes weapons in their own right Oh how I wish you could bail, just pull a ripcord Your face, became his face, appeared stricken with blight I was, am, always your Wendy, shall be writ in our lore Sometimes it got lonely, storytime for just me But I knew you were there, underneath acts of gore I knew you were listening, despite lack of glee From whence the host-woman cometh ?...