Cinnamon And Apples

Cinnamon and apples

Fill each breath

As my head rests

Upon your breast,

My cheek warming

Against your skin.

Your heart’s

Gentle cadence

Soothes my own,

While the tender touch

Of your fingers

Brushes aside

The phantoms

Of my tired brain.

And as I drift

In this peaceful

Moment,

I am brought

Closer to your embrace

By the scent of

Cinnamon and apples.

Masturbation

Can we agree to disagree,

And stroke each other off?

Adorn our speech with gentle words

So nothing gets too rough?

I’ll pantomime civility,

Arousing your delight,

Enticing you to do the same,

Ignoring our shared plight.

Our shared plight?

The plight of multitudes we share,

Multiplying faster.

Exhausting earthly resources:

Certainly disaster.

But I’ve got mine, while you’ve got yours,

And those without complain.

We might chart a better path,

Though not if it means pain.

It means pain.

Instead we shall go on stroking:

And consequence ignore.

Let the children of our children

Denounce what came before.