Jam in connectivity

We’ve nothing in common
except not making a common sense.
Come on, two cuckoos in the nest,
stop living in cloud-cuckoo land.
I swear to not swear,
you wear nothing
persuading me to play your game
“Who’s the boss of a situation?”
The price is too scrumptious
to not let you win.
The choice is clear
as a shot of vodka into a head –
to go to bed with the chicken
or a chick. Who wants to bet?
What a madcap approach
to possess, to claim ownership
of the most intimate moment
during bed-wars.
Do you remember me
playing a purring cat
chasing a naive member of the fun club
for lovers of gratuitous cheese?
The game is over.
Just one more inhalation of each other
and tapping on own feelings,
converting the ashes into memory,
blowing smoke, our minds and cools.
Lastly, the night jumps out of my shoulders,
but you are still there, on the honeycomb.
Honey, I will stand for you as a wall.
It is always safe to shout, and shoot
from behind me
your bolt, wad,  and mouth off,
my plans down in flames.
I’m not your mooove-mood,
nether a chameleon
who changes its colors
whenever your nails crave to be varnished.
We are diamonds in the rough,
take it or leave it crownless.
I’ll keep my eyes peeled
for the effort made
to cover the world I’m used to
with your papilionaceous nimbleness.
And when you go against the grain
think about a core,
the time when the bark was young,
and a touch, grabbing the sky,
pumped love through every vein.
And when you pour out your soul
make sure that
borscht have already left a plate
or you are going to take a shower
right after the bed-war brought a chance for peace,
high vulnerability, and come-in-without-knocking access.
When I am a pocket you are money in it.
If I can move you could sting.
I’m your chillness and you are a river ice jam.
What a couple to match!
A chalk with the circle around the word “home”,
a caterpillar with butterfly,
a bird with coop latch,
flour with the dough for baking,
an empty space with young wind,
your smile with my solo.
We are two electro-magnets,
plus-to-minus,
when the power is on.

February 8, 2011