Like cats
we move as shadows,
rubbing past ankles
down sandstone walkways with yellow windows
spilling out into the night like running yolks
sand on your tongue and in my eyes
where you kissed them pink and sore
shadows
brushing my sides
hissing in the human ants' nest.
If we make it,
through the dark
we'll retreat into sheets
they'll curl around our bones
like milk
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
I have eyes of glass, you say,
Like a Victorian stuffed animal.
Your eyes betray your anguish
Strained or swimming.
Carnal snarl
Canines for ripping
Curiosity killed the cat,
How evading and paradoxical
When it is plain we are animal,
Grappling bodies.
When your eyes swim with pain and confusion
Regularly and sporadically
I am left at sea, afraid of water
Seaweed choking despair,
You are too busy drowning
To hold my hand
I am but fingertips
Sliding under
Drowned
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Biting your flesh in the darkness
How it yields
I am primal
Downwind from you
I am longing
'Us' is just a whisper, thick with liquor
But I have heard the note in your laugh,
That comes too easy
Clinging, lingering like lucid cigarette smoke
My dilemma
- For I cannot discern,
Who the fool is
You or I?
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
stop
searching
for salvation in another
'human compassion'
we don't talk about that here
your face is a stamp
I will lick and arrange
then
with blank eyes,
I'll evaluate and
compress you
into a fraction
naturally,
an assessment of
your worth as a person
I'll close these eyes
[in physical pleasure]
and with no further hesitation
sink pointed teeth
into your bared neck
gentle lamb, good
you are a lamb succumbing
nature has undone the dreamers [with physical sensation]
your fleece crusted with filth
and Oroonoko burns
*'corruption is a concept
foreign to good peoples'*
rubbing mud into your eyes
won't purify your sight
indoctrination into idealism
leads the lambs to fall
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
I asked you to bite me, and you did
Long and hard, leaving tiny little
Purple teeth marks
Warm bodies and hot blood tide us over
I'm beginning to realise, this state's permanence
And how we can still go on
I asked you to bite me,
Sink your teeth, drink up.
I want you to hurt me,
Now. Rip me apart,
So that there's no chance.
But, I'm afraid,
Even pain subsides
Into numbness these days
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
*Laughing,
Slow dancing
In bedrooms*
Problems drain away
Like kettle- water down the sink
From our last cups of tea
The smell on your neck
Our jokes and gestures
Like rituals
Teases of where, one day
We might end up.
We could be, on the sea
With the breeze buffeting our faces,
Making violent sails on blue-grey skies
There, you'd stand -
A silhouette on the deck
[Salt-wood & peeling paint]
- Absent minded.
Not understanding
How much
These moments
mean
to me.
Out on the sea
There's nothing but us
Laughing,
Slow dancing
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
I wish that pain dried up
Like puddles left by summer showers
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
*I may have a heart that is broken in places
But at least I have a heart at all*
Sometimes
I wince with pain when the past plays,
Like a film across my eyelids
Vision not without defect
But unblemished by regret
Now
I feel empty and hollow
Waking in the darkness
*I've lost count of how many times
I've posed the question
‘Why did I not deserve the affection?’*
I gave you passes as I gave you my heart,
In the kisses I returned
I thought you kept your heart
Closed away behind your ribs -
Perhaps you do.
Today
I will wash your sweat from my skin
And your kisses from my neck
Tonight
I will press down buttons in my alarm
For daylight hours
Tomorrow
I will smile and ask you how you are
I will sing songs walking alone
Down main roads
*Is it
Freedom
or
Is it
Emptiness?
Who is who?
You and I*
I know,
The numb in my fingers and in my thoughts
Will pass
I would always chose
My hopeful broken heart
Over vacant space
A De-void
[I'd hoped to fill]
I should stop trying
To provoke
Barren hearts' growth
Turn away,
Mend myself
For I may have a heart,
That is broken in places
But at least I have a heart at all
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
You're the only one,
who tells me
I am not the problem
There is nothing wrong,
with me, you say.
We've got a plan,
one day.
One day.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
I am not well suited
To existing in silence
White sheets in plastic bags
Absently turning printed pages
Scrolling through screens
I find nothing
No, I am not well suited
To these silent hours
That I fill restlessly
With hopeful solitude
And shivering despair
All to find nothing
But old flaking paint
And old mistakes
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC