I sit alone
Conjuring up metaphors with a sleepy mind
as absinthe, poured into my glass
reminds me of passion
all heat and
bittersweet
it tempts me just the same
I wait for the sugar to dissolve
the same way
I wait for love
Believing it will be sweeter
and like love
it only distorts my thoughts
blurs my vision
making my tongue thick
But I have no use for words right now
The floor
begins
to sink
I feel self-conscience
smoking my cigarette
vulnerable
Aware of the men in the room
How their eyes follow intently
the lines of my hand to mouth gestures
Their appetites wetted
the way my lips
w r a p and f o r m
Some obscene whisper
Full and round
I wonder if they've guessed
my lipstick and ******* are the same
perfect shade of pink
I blow the smoke out
and away
They smile
Dark
hungry thoughts
join the fog around my head
The floor
is falling
further
A man stands next to me
Insisting his attentions
Pushing his body against my arm
I look up at him and smile
I know he will not force me to think clearly
He pretends we've met before
and I
imagine
I am the ice in his whiskey
Melting slowly
Waiting
to be absorbed
against his lips
between his teeth
he will bite and crush me
pushing me
down
inside of him
He wouldn't even taste me
A cool burn then
nothing
The
floor
is far
away
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Jacked up, jacked in
juiced up and
jacked off
**** off
forgot
in a moment
hot
fuckme(s) changed
instantly
from Sweet and
'touch me'
to shrapnel
underneath the pillow
case closed in--
--case she noticed
something isn’t right
And wasn’t it fun
wasn’t it?
Didn’t you come
didn't you?
to play
Slink and slip
dip
slam dunk shots
another round
Shots fired
put her down
off the rim
inside the skin
willing flesh to
accept the Great Lie
Misconception
contrary to facts
SLAP!
Contraceptive now
to all
jacked up attacks
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
and plotting the death of
Love
We conspire
in tones darker than
the candles
snuffed out
between my fingers
**** the light
we are playing with fire
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
Stone
swathed in silk
trembles ripples
beneath the lines
that write my exsistence
Palm to flesh
caress
Lips wet
whisper miracles and witness
Love evoL
ascend
My belly tightens
Flushed
******* rise
and fall
rise again rapid
Blood pounds
rushing
hips push
drenched in sense
ation
euphoric fixation
His mouth
stealing noise
off my tongue
an aria begun
and ended
witnessed
Love evoL
He ascends again
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
circle his tongue
bite for emphasis
slink
and
stalk
his senses
Her body
paints
drape
d
r
i
p
cling
soak into his sheets
Blurring his lines
Defining the
rhymes
in his head
oh
mastering every piece
so
matching every beat
slow
knowing
He aint never read that story
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
off his tongue
tasting like
Kadian and
Starlight mints
a hint of coffee
to speed things along
Less to do with sweet
tho I'd lick it from my fingers
Possibly the
mutilation
My intelligence and
self-preservation
severed slow
and easy
My thicker skin
slipped off my shoulders
onto the floor
fading into the denim around
my ankles
HaBItS
the bass inside
pumps
liquid compulsion
A branched tongue
on a
forked path
murmurs miracles
brain spins and
eyes shut
Lips move
A rumor
hushed
ex plor ation
of
sighed effects
Ballerina tongue
pirouettes
and dips
skipping
skin trembling
slick and slippery
hard-soaked in
Finish Me
and
beads of cinnamon dew
tipping empty cups
sipping
Love Drugs
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
I wait for you
in the land you made me
becoming a stranger/I am so strange now
unrecognizable
under your sun
Your face
heavy in my hips
the memory of
lips against the small of my back
bending
and needing you to
break
me
against the rocks
On my knees
at the feet of the ocean
flirting with the notion of
LoVE
and other acts of nature
that pull me in
and under
swallow me
Thorns and flesh
ripped and meshed
bodies wet and
violent
dripping
*** and blasphemy
God **** God **** God ****
And if I know that God is watching
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
I saw madness in his hands
shaped like a path straight to me
straight thru me
I pretended
I was shy
He thought he knew me
Fingers stained
primary colors
he'd told this story before
and bold strokes,
he painted his home
Across my skin
a wilderness
awakened
while my eyes
closed to heat with no sun
He whispered
thru the trees
Once Upon A Time
causing the leaves to rustle
and shake
making me
lose direction I was lost
forget I was
civilized
Sense[s] turned savage
I moved against him
stealing his story
with friction
and cannibal drums
Quick breath
words without manners
devouring his pallet
till the colors ran together
wet and
undistinguished
He became lightening then
heavy pulses of
electric and heat
swallowed
I was thunder
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 9:05 AM UTC
From the moment of my exsistence
gravity bound me to low lands. Holding me firmly
under a sun with no mercy
to the thirsty earth.
I prayed to my Beloved for rain
From the miracle of our encounter
Love swept me above the drought Our bodies
collidng, tasting like thunder
ecstasy drenching the parched dirt
I pray to my Beloved to rain
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
not about the color of his eyes
The weight of his stare
pushed her back
pressing her will
against the sheets
her eyes
crushed close
an attempt to obliterate the heat
She wrote not about his lips
The way they pretended
to hold some shy secret
brushing temptation
pulling back
evoking her appetite
till she believed
starvation
would eat her alive
She wrote not about the battles
repeated
with wet skin
fire
fingers clasped and
limbs entwined
Their warrior cries and
hushed urgings
the inevitability of
death
a quiet relief
that held only
until war
was incited once more
What she did write
the sadness
the annilhation of reason
that completely
devoured
her head
How unreasonably her ego
stood down
refusing to protect her
leaving her
banished
to the emotional
unable to talk herself out of his charms
I suppose this is the reason
she didn't want to write
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC