My Birthday That Year: 9/24/17

 9/24/17

         

At Black's Beach I first saw him,
On my birthday Day Eve.
Just passing by we exchanged
A casual smile and a shy eye
Short sort of hello.

He was...

Sand castle carving
Clad in shorts, beyond darling.

Superlatives fraggle the mind.

But,

Suffice it sufficient, to say 

I saw my favorite greyed shade;

Whose suggestions of strain

Boasted boldly.

They showed all they thought,

Hugging curves lush and taut.

Such as you’d give a good

Look-see to say.

Blue eyes,

Dark freckle;

9 o'clock of the pupil.

I could not believe when he said 

hi 

to me

And the grin......

reviens quelqu'un à ton anniversaire

(I re-encountered him on my birthday)

"I had just been thinking about you guys!”
he says as he smiles,

Open charm with no guile.

I died, a firework,

Freshly fired.

Thank goodness nobody noticed.

No betraying flushed,

Cheek reddened blush
of embarrassment's scarlet stained portent.

Same grey jersey frosting, 

On them cakes by the ocean.

Same blue shock shot eyes, 

With the 9 o’clock dotted freckle.
And a smile that overwhelms me with
Thoughts, of devotion. 

Is this really real life? 

Or am I drugged out

dummy David?

On the cosmic fm

Jewel’s pop parody spins, playing.

Reminder that states I must

Follow the thorn antlered Hart’s
Prompting thrust, 

To adhere to intuitions advice and to trust.

Leading to: 

Tarot card paundry. 

A wonder-soft quandary. 

About the boy;

Bound all about in beauty.

Art dripping a steady beat purty,
Pouring carelessly out from his form.

Through his ivory tap fingers.

Out the small pores of his blisters.

He conjures surrealish like settings.

Heaves, labors, sweating.

And lays them all out, 

A banquet fated for crumbling.
Serving the seam,
Where the sea meets the shore.

Now back to a matter,
of nonsense;

Grown fatter.

From meaning served
Upon,
Paper made placards.
Parade placement made.
From among options splayed,
Numbered Seventy Eight

For the shuffle.
While less of them,
are coaxed.
To stroll the draw,
Past the hoax.
Figures and images,
Collate, to relate information.
Energies summoned, to see sight
Beyond seen. 

Their black and white faces,

Basis of symbolic basic.

Meanings open of course

To draw's orientation.

In their order they ran, 

Reversed 3 of 4 in the hand.

At first my spirits plunged for 

The prospects of my wish,
Still unspoken.
Fearing for futures frittered away,
With this information, fact finding wager.
Heart safety in danger,
My nerves sweat my warmth
Through my skin.

Of course, the advice 

I received then assigned; 

which would bless

my designs.

Is now here where
I'll unpack

All those answers.

Temperance Reversed, 

Into Hermit backing course, 

Leads to 4 coins
The man flipped tale’s

Laden tables.

On end to the last, 

To the cards of this past.

That were then being bent

To the future.

Last in the line,

Does the Great Wheel of Fortune 

Beacon shine!

Upright, and therefore 

Thusly saving the news day.

Moderate moderation

Socialize, get some air.

Place the bet 

Roulette's
Permission to gamble.

But when more than just chance

All combine,

They command.

With no rebuke
Or reprimand,

Live a life reprogrammed,
'Round those things that
You know truly matter. 

Ergo put you in suit 

To the character you peruse,
Just ensure you obscure
He's the quarry.

Indeed the hunt has been bagged,

Ball bounded and gagged.

Just kidding but that was 

Some fun

Image funnery. 

In fact as my birthday slipped past,

Glory golden day going fast.

He ended up following Us
Out to dinner.

We chitted the chat, 

Seeded a lover's spat.

Over how to stop 

The break of tomorrow.

But it all worked out fine, 

Next day we covered over our bind.

And took over to his,

A massage table to lay on.

Our four coinage holding palms,

Delivered muscular calm. 

We three each to a turn,

As the layer.

Then the Orgy ensued called,

A Ménage a Trios, sacre blu!

Which, three's the minimum crew 

One can count and accrue,

But technically a threesome
It's True,

Is the smallest measured unit
Of group-sex.

But see the miracle of it all,

And what set me in thrall.

Is that those cards 

Actually told of this caper!