jotography

I glimpse the flesh so rare
but that’s the fare
as he flips the meat
I know what’s at stake

burning at the rear
is a steak so bare
back in 45 he says
as I hold my breath

gazing at t…

rhythmic strokes
ribbed lines
appearing
forming
in my hands

hollow sockets
yet to shine
gazing
pleading
into my eyes

kinetic forces
sharpen irises
contracting
opening
again…

with gentle strokes
he smoothes out the kinks
curling gleaming rings
rise and fall

another drag another puff
the glow of the heat
lights up the butt
then back into the dark

with a s…

up in the darkness
energies in harness
two stars in command
guide with urgency

upon fallen knees
the summoned looks up to see
the path that leads
the faithless to the stream