yes, of course I know your name
you're the girl who always dances
no matter who might be around
can't forget someone like you
you're the girl who always dances
around the house with a smile
can't forget someone like you
a beautiful body like yours, dancing
around the house with a smile
I imagined myself with you
a beautiful body like yours, dancing
writhing in ecstasy on my bed
I imagined myself with you
breathing your essence as you're
writhing in ecstasy on my bed
my roommate was the lucky fellow
breathing your essence as you're
laying wrapped inside his arms
my roommate was the lucky fellow
a treasure locked behind his door
laying wrapped inside his arms
you must have glistened like a gem
a treasure locked behind his door
kept hidden from my hungry eyes
you must have glistened like a gem
your lusciously pale skin forever
kept hidden from my hungry eyes
oh, how I long to hold and caress
your lusciously pale skin forever
no matter who might be around
oh, how I long to hold and caress
yes, of course I know your name
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
****** fist
splintered door
broken beer bottle
thrown across the room
waking up
shooting pains
in my legs
top bunk
looking down
little brother
crying screaming
grandmother
cheerfully awakens
slurred shouting
incoherent orders&complaints;
rhythmically massages
mother’s petite body
shoved against the wall
i forget all pain
& instead seep in stories
why am i not moving?
of a childhood
not so long ago
just watching
just watching
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 12:07 AM UTC
tear at this flesh
let it rip and bleed
how many cuts can fit
on a small girls arm
no one will know
is this strength
or do I just
succumb to weakness
feel the blood rush to the open
wound attempting to heal
the newest attack
this is the one sensation
that I know and I know it well
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 10:02 AM UTC
i slice wedges
and suddenly realize
i am not unlike
the tuber i'm cutting so
-maliciously-
this chunk of earthy flesh
takes many shapes&forms;
constantly changing
yetalwaysstill
a potato
a seed unto itself
ready to spread roots
wherever it may land
living in dark solitude
yet always reaching up
towards light-
towards life-
i find a hidden bad spot
and carefully [eradicate it]
such a good potato
should not go to waste
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
can’t look away from your eyes
your big beautiful lips shine and grow
every inch of skin is aching
Let me show you
hands explore curves
catch my breath
you watch every twitch and spasm
listen to every gasp and moan
But nothing more
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC
we lay together
in the stale night air
i breathe deeply
afraid that if i’m not
making myself, it won’t happen
your legs open
i catch a glimpse of
shiny wet
and i’ve gotta make myself
breathe again
i’m laying here trembling
somewhere between yesterday
and tomorrow. between you
and what could be, what has been
my eager fingers crawl
quickly, achingly, expectantly
towards the inviting patch
of curly black hairs
you lay next to me naked
and warm. i place my palm
on your mound and focus
only on your heartbeat
i dip a finger inside
and breathe you in
a moment of perfect
clarity
i know what’s to come
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
I feel you scooting closer and closer to me
Your hand grazes my thigh
Your arm attempts to press against mine
With every movement you make towards me,
I slide further away from you
Feeling defeated, you start to roll away from me,
but quickly press your hand against my hip and whisper ‘sorry’
A flood of words and feelings come pouring out of my mouth
I can’t control them, am not really sure what’s going on
You quickly turn to face me, excitement
immediately melts from your face when you see my expression
After hours of explaining and apologizing and re-explaining
and switching sides and tucking truths safely behind our teeth
I finally get off the bed
and leave you
to face a bright, loud living room on my own.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 1:45 AM UTC
there’s a hole in your sheet
just large enough for my arm
to tuck away under the cotton
& above the swollen, wet mattress.
you smell of *** and confidence;
the lamplight glistens on your skin.
tracing the scars on your skin
until they’re white as a sheet,
i gently kiss each one, confident
that you will return them. armed
with love you leave the mattress,
our fortress of white billowy cotton.
as you reach for your cotton
boxers, i marvel at your skin.
left alone on the lumpy mattress,
i cover myself with the sheets,
exposing just my face and arms.
i love watching you walk; confidence
seeps out of your pores. confidence
i can touch under the cotton
when i’m wrapped inside your arms,
flesh to flesh skin to skin
together for hours under the sheets,
our own world on this mattress.
i feel secure on this mattress
knowing i can always confide in
you. rain’s coming down in sheets,
soaking the plants hidden by cotton.
you return with shiny drenched skin,
soaked roses bundled in your arms.
wiping my tears with my arm,
i leap up from the mattress,
the thorns have pierced your skin.
i pull them out with confidence
and lead you to the cotton
where we’ll play under the sheets.
on this mattress we’re both confident.
my arm tucks away beneath the cotton
skin to skin under the sheets.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
I imagine my tiny body floating on the sea of bedding.
Your six foot plus frame looming over me.
The light from the bathroom casting you all in shadow, disfiguring your face.
I don’t remember a smell of alcohol or the scratching of an unshaven chin on my flesh.
I don’t remember words that were spoken or what I was wearing.
I don’t remember the length of your fingers or how cold they must have been.
I remember your hand tapping the couch and the moans coming from the TV.
I remember the window next to my mother’s bed and the shadows that didn’t see me.
I remember the shadows that never saw me.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 1:52 AM UTC
there's a hole in your sheet
large enough for my arm to slip in
to tuck away under the cotton
above the swollen mattress
the crook of your arm has been fashioned
perfectly to the curve of my cheek
you pull me into you and rest your hand
so gently, on the small of my back
you smell of *** and confidence
the lamplight glistens on your skin
my fingers lightly run through your hair
i kiss your shoulder, arm and chest
within mere moments
you will say goodbye
and i will drive home
screaming
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC