FREED VERSE

(ain’t no father john here)

Through the haze I see the light. 
Uncertain days and louder nights. 
Dare I peek? No harm in that.
Except my smokescreen's faded black.

Our yin-yang masks hit the floor.
Undress me, dear, like before; 
But let me be the one to ask
instead of the usual: "Please,
     there's nothing left to pass."
Nothing, that is, except
a denim-sheathed libido--
my bleeding-heart heartthrob--
both feet on the gas--
pedal to the metal--
engine on its last--

stop, wait.

let's pop a bottle or two. 

Grigio.
      Merlot.
           Honey Jack, if you're feeling feisty.
Key the K, not my car.
For you, the mist knows no bounds.