good morning
its high time
that we get together
my day is cleared
I hope you’ll show
I have everything waiting here
breakfast and whiskey
mating season
sex
good morning
its high time
that we get together
my day is cleared
I hope you’ll show
I have everything waiting here
breakfast and whiskey
mating season
sex
magic laugh
inflammatory thoughts speeding through the
frontal
cortex
wet and heavy
lips protrude and tingle
eyes flit, palpitating,
gasping heart
it hurts.
this beauty is not mundane, daily life
his lashes are dizzy
whap oxygen from my lungs
pulsating capillaries
so pure in his skin
grasp his hands and hold for warmth
fingernails I want to bite, gently
kiss his cheekbone, sweetly
hold his chest closely to mine until there is no room for
error
and love him
until he, too
feels the ache.
it took months to figure you out
beyond the rain and after the drought
I felt my pocket empty
in it when I reached
nothing but remains of your cliches
always took what you could
things I could not replace
you inhaled my space
drank my health
sank your teeth
sucked my wealth
these days i stumble upon you
by memory
i fight back
resisting charm
slow fast heartbeats
and i turn around
Quintessential
barbed wires intertwine around my ankle
I try to pull away and such but
fruitlessness is evident
It seems as though I am caught
in this frightening trap
Time is the only friend I have left
that will tell me when it ends
Only then relief will kiss my feet
only then rest and slumber deep
why must I be so unrelenting
in my pursuits
why must I break my body
to the point of pain
I live in a gumdrop world now
I don’t live in squalor or shame no longer
so why
why must I