Baby with your skin so soft,
grainy memories
trace you from
point to point.
you must think me
naive
falling into familiar holes
I’ve got no vines to help out
movie-style -
I’ve leapt into your
quicksand love.
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Her kiss left me breathless
Wanting more
I come back, again and again
She, like an insatiable whore
Deepening herself further
and further
Ingraining her fluid in my being.
Her kiss made the stars brighten -
a cliché, but true.
That night I became a poet again -
Only our lips touched
But our minds fucked
And our senses flowed.
Her tongue found its way
The softest groan – the strongest aphrodisiac
but I had to go.
I left a past and her behind
I had to go. Because the telephone would
never stop its searching,
questioning
ring.
Together
we stand across the hallway
My heel casually
twisting
the carpeting beneath me.
We are going down -
the elevator air is thick…
Two other people
in here
are insignificant.
You are beautiful
and I cannot meet your eyes.
You are tired
So am I.
Let me lie under you while
you make amends
I’ve missed u
and have much to lose.
But seriously,
You made the stars come out at night.
They said she had a heart attack
I think the creatures coming back
And I am fine, coz all my love’s electrifying
And I come feel like assessable
Wanna be with you
And it’s my premonition
I better give my heart a listen
And my preacher say…
All of your demons will wither away
Ecstasy comes and they cannot stay
You’ll understand when you come my way
Coz all of my demons have withered away
I am a record – smooth to the untrained eye
But groovy, endless loops hidden.
Your arm will scratch, the music skips…
and loop upon loop
a distant voice will sing soothingly,
take me…take me…take me…
Eyeliner
…Is up in the air
catching fireflies,
taming them
to make words
And in evenings,
To tell him
I love;
wordlessly…
You’re the only one I ever loved
and then a goodbye.
I fell
for words
and wonder now,
if those words, were just words
or otherwise.
Hating the doubt
like Sister Beauvier-
torn between
uncertainty
love lost
wishing
a reality
justifications
whys ifs and hows
and the soul tearing
doubt.
Like ethanol running in bloodstreams
Like nicotine fucking up perceptions,
Too many cupcakes
In the cupcake shop.
Pretty to look at,
but I’d like to lick the icing
please.
That baby,
curled up against me.
I felt maternal-
and his eyelashes
drooping with sleep,
reminded me of you.
Ghost,
my mind is your medium.
Thoughts like wisps
flood
and aching I find my piece
in your memories.
