Hexed

I’ve given up,

giving up
music that reminds me of you.
That reminds me of the room
filled with ambiance and glinting star light
and your starry eyes.
Washing over me, like your words
and your arms filled with love
and all the me too, let's do..
Reminiscing in hazy clouds
with bottles of bubbles,
parts of poems and prose.
Freeing myself from the promises
you'd never kept and never meant to.
Thank you, for all your thank yous and
appreciation and proud of yous.
I'm better off reading them in a text
than to be hexed, by you.

Shades of a Summer Memory

The same-siders eating out, bellying up
at the biker dive downtown, all around town.
Two-up going coastal,
kissing, touching, loving, fading into the heat of June.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
drowning out and out, the noise of the world.
Shoved against the back of the hatch or
strewn out fading in the bed of it.
Dusk into dawn watching the light,
catch the many shades of you.