Droops of juice drip down slow-cooked me
Oh,Oh, how my love flows.
The flush of delight I get when we meet
Oh, Oh, how my love flows.
The way your fingers smoke my skin
Oh, Oh, how my love flows.
I am frozen in lust until we sin
Oh, Oh, how my love flows.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
The summer heat in Ypsi pounds my back
drumming notes of sweat into my clothes.
My song of labor for all to see.
Yes, I did it. Yes, this is me.
How my muscles contract and move in time,
One, two, trash
One, two, trash
Picking up trash is my dance agony.
A dancing soldier-I step and I bleed.
I look up at the sun-my source of melody.
The sun is my musicbox
-my tune and my clock.
I cannot stop dancing until the sun stops.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
My face breaks the sea
wash, wash over me.
An army stands guard
led by lotions and creams
What, is my beauty?
Pock-marks scar my moon tonight,
the emotions on my pock face fight.
But my faults dissolve with the sea.
Wash, wash over me.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
I do not want to see what you have gained
when what manifests is what I have lost.
The words, the look, that gentle embrace,
so much is invisible until acquaintance is made.
So much is forgotten when acquaintance is gone.
But if I see you before me again,
the words, the look-all frozen in memory
Will what I imagine in my thoughts
manifest in reality to what I have lost?
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC