Tuesday, September 4, 2012


I'd been there waiting, only loneliness forgot
she sometimes parks in a dark, forgotten lot
hungry, we retired from our most tiresome task
enforcing rules of the roads we'd traveled too fast

then alone, she entered with a welcoming chime
the kind that prompts hosts to focus space and the time
and rushed to the front desk was a most scrawny chap
with a menu in hand to a yet unmarked map

but where would she sit in a place built for just twos?
togetherness seemed like such an unpleasant rouse
and why was she forced in such unnatural ways?
for craving a man for fear of time ticking days

a corner table emerged from near the front door
small and unnoticed and not too far from the roar
of a fire stoked warm near the entrance of hearts
warmed close as if embraced from the sum of our parts

my eyes drew to hers in a most momentous haze
she tickled my soul as her gaze glanced and did graze
between unmentioned memories of two strangers felt
so I simply laid down the hand I had been dealt

"two", I spoke in shock and signed the fine maƮtre d'
as if all of this time, she'd been waiting for me
then I saw in the depths of that dim, darkened place
a glimmer of gladness grace the edge of her face

see, we each follow hunger through the dark of the night
opening pathways towards a more welcoming light
we seek merely a meal or a drink to sustain
but really acceptance is our most honest aim

so for now we remembered in time's shifting sands
through talking and laughing and a holding of hands
not for what we'd take home or for cheap one night stands
but for what rises above in what chance understands

– Jason Kichline

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Blush and Blue

purity falls afresh on you
silken as the morning dew
unspoken vows, anointed lips
that smiles past your timid hue

you're my friend, I know it true
I don't know why, I hope I do
perhaps it's of our friendly quips
or love of life, of God, of you

so forgive me for my vantage view
for your beauty's of the perfect few
that stole my eye, that grabbed a glimpse
of porcelain skin, an unbundled two

did you see what I saw through?
like Adam's Eve's awareness grew
or am I safe to come to grips
with simple shame and hampered hips
as Jacob's blessing did imbue
while wrestling between the blush and blue

– Jason Kichline

Monday, May 28, 2012


she glanced at me, an eager cheat
perched upon black vinyl throne
of dull chrome
fallen faithful
lulled eyes
a hulled soul

I watched her, a faceless treat
wrapped in thin air and wear
in smoke choked
sound pounded
dark caresses between
unbound breasts

it was there I noticed the creases
hard lines cut through years
careless wisps mixed with fears
and thighs oiled
sweet fragrance of
intimacy foiled where
Washington's await to be soiled

her eyes told me her story
38, a single mother of two
weary of worldly worry
and the men she knew

so she bargains with her body
worth more than I could throw
revealing more than I can know
but I know...
and I want to know

my heart descends into the dark
beckoning for a connection
one more dance
one more glance
one more chance
one more thing to say...
on that day before Mother's Day

– Jason Kichline

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


the draw of night lures him away
seeping between the cracks of sleep
his eyes driving into the deep
she beckons him anyway to stay

alone, her depth, her body sways
a lonely heart desperate, leaps
thumping hard on supple heaps
ancient inhibitions fray

she finds his eyes, unties his gaze
fingers swelling through his maze
a tingle, a tangled heightened haze
brushing skin and fabric waves

touch enfolds, unlocking ways
to treasured trinkets in the keep
turned and twisted, pressured peep
a groan, a sigh, unconscious phrase

uncaged, inevitably life plays
with passions of who comes and stays

– Jason Kichline