I guess
It's my duty to express
Unpopular opinions
But
The only man I want
Leaving things
In my stockings
Doesn't wear red
He doesn't have a beard
And he's not fat
He's my Guy
With top shelf
On sale
For half price
I only know
Two things about
mistletoe
1. I've never parted
My mouth inside of
Its shadow
2. It would probably
**** to smoke
I don't need no fancy christmas trees
With lights, and stars, and hypocrisies
I've got hybrid harlots creeping
Down into the pink of
My cigarette kissed lungs
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
it's been three sour months of sobriety
and unfulfilled
sensuality
But I see Lucy still remembers where
all of my
favorite places to be touched are
She sends me soaring
Fumbling.
Tumbling wildly toward
her body. a sacrificial offering
A new flavor on my lips
A feather soft breath across
my hips
****
I'm afraid if i whispered too loudly
I'd disturb the rhythm
of her technicolor love
And Lucy loves me so
lusciously
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
I'm selfish, but I learned it from you.
But you're so focused
on what the mirror reflects
You never noticed when I left
You don't know this, but i envy you
i wish i could not care about me
as beautifully as you do
You taught me how to prioritize,
how to always put myself first.
Not intentionally, but I watched you... and learned
to mimic you like a child
I learned that emotions should be hushed
and rationale should be encouraged.
I learned how to put trivial things aside...
like long hugs and midnight hikes.
I learned to live without
your lips
on mine.
Thank you for teaching me what it takes to survive
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
Calloused fingertips
strong and steady, but
not quite naive enough to
play her strings
I guess the thrill she got
from taking shots
the fleeting glances,
and skin contact
Were familiar warnings
He came to know
Once upon a very
very long time ago
She could never understand
The distance he kept
Or why his face was always sad
Why he so seldom wept
But he learned his lesson
once a very very long time ago
If you don't fall for blessings
You won't have to watch them go
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
He doesn't have a lot of money
But he's got just enough time on his hands
And his hands
Are soft and skilled and soothing
When they brush across the apples of my cheeks
Wherever I am with you, that's what I'll call home
And I know my walls are tall but they're old
And they're crumbling
Pack another bowl in my piece. Spend a little more time with me please... Don't go.
Can I sink into your spirit
Can I soar inside the place where you feel safe
I'm tired of being sick of the cold, Hold me Closer.
Just like that, as if you always have.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC