Black Cloud Snapshot

Pictures paint eyeless

sockets with kaleidoscope

memories of you and I

playing tuneless music under

a tombstone engraved

with a blank epitaph

sex

you say wait

i say no

you say please

i say go

you say never

i say blow

&

the boy in

his bubble

floats

towards

the mantis

Dear Dearest,

I tripped over

your flashy lash,

fell decades deep

into your eyes

where you’ve

kept me

sentimentalized.

 Andrew J. Stone