Hats off to you-
and seeds buried in your head.
The speech you gave
was magnificent as the rain
 
an ocean spent in endless waves.
You awoke me from invisible sleep
reeled the stones piling my eyes.
 
Your lips I’ve kissed, idle
from the distance of the podium;
unfurling as rose pedals.
 
Now you won’t dare
look over or notice me,
with a wife and children
at this convention.
 
You planted me on my bed
when the moon was half up
from the bottom-
carving a pearled ghost
 
in the see-through curtains
of summer wind.
We spoke of stars
of galaxies and stars
to light the future gold.
 
Told me you loved me,
as you shook the walls
of my thighs spilling your seed
on yellow-flowered sheets.
 
Your words are most at charm,
tucking your ring of devotion,
in your back dirty pocket
 
as a handkerchief
quick to wipe the drool
of a fools kiss as me,
then disappear