I could write that that life is not easy......

I could write that that life is not easy, 
play with words, 
play with forgetting to remember 
how I wanted, 
how much have wished. 
About how I mourning, 
on stones in the road, 
about to kiss, 
stacking, 
throw and hide the hand 
to return to collect, 
kiss, 
kiss. 
Kisses. 
I can write about kisses, 
about sex, 
sweat, magic, hormones 
empty sheets, 
sides of the bed 
cold breakfast, 
life in the brush, 
chafing at the knees, 
biting, caressing. 
Heartbreak, love, memories, 
nights, more and more memories, 
more and more nights. 
Dream, dreams, nightmares, 
join words because, 
because it gives us out there. 
Know what love 
again, 
and another, 
poets, poetry, step. 
I could write hackneyed lines tonight, 
I left the box open time. 
And life goes but ... 
But apologetically, 
You're blocking the sun.