Sea Grape Season
for D.R.

her mouth, my mouth
without connecting, connecting

flavor of kisses
antithetical to the flavor of cuss words

kiss words--kiss worlds--hers and mine
way apart, connect now, will remain so

rain fall, wind blow, whatever weather rages
some stems remain attached

others break off
fruits, leaves, limbs
all over the ground, strewn
thrown by fists of bad weather

won’t want us to be victims, casualties
us to keep like preserves in bottles


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
8:15 p.m. 16.09.09