Scentsation

That scent that your body makes

Not the one that you spray on

It makes me strong and want to

Grab on to you and hold you close

And make the most of the nights we

Share lying there in our underwear…or less

If that’s what we want, when we want it

Have to have it, long to grab it and lay close

And breathe deep…and fight sleep…and make heat

With one beat of our hearts and one touch of our skin

The one bed we lay in melds to our form; the form that

We form from being one from the rise of the Sun

To the end of the day, into night

We’ll sleep tight and breathe deep

The scent that our love makes

When we make love and are in love

And can feel love and smell love float

From my nose to your nose

Like the scent of a fresh rose

When the wind blows and now

Who knows where this scent will take us...

Beyond you and me into ecstasy

Where we both can be still and in it...our scent.

A Whole Lot of Nothing

The day after an election, nothing happens. And the next day, nothing happens. And a week from now, nothing will have happened. And a month from now, nothing will have happened. And a year from now, nothing will have happened. And in the next election year something will happen...we'll have another election.

Politicians may change; they get elected, they waste time in office, they make promises they cannot or have no intentions to keep; they get old, they get comfy like your favorite Lazy Boy chair; sometimes they get thrown out of office and sometimes they die in it but really...nothing happens.

But in the next election year you'll convince yourself like every abused human does that this time will be different; this time you'll choose wisely and vote smarter and this guy won't be like the last. He'll care about you and won't hurt you the way others before him have hurt you.

And the day after the election, nothing will happen. And the next day nothing will happen. And a week later, nothing will have happened. And a year later, nothing will have happened. But I guess when you're used to being abused, a slap in the face is, well...nothing.