Gripping tighter on the sheets--
Feeling weft and weave of cotton thread
Making rough what was once neat--
Feeling left abreast at once upon my bed

As we do when free of clothes--
Were it winter's bite or summer simper
Wind drifting 'pon our **** repose--
As we taste each other's quiet whimpers.

Thrown to the wind, each of me a thousandth of a dream.

A wish

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My petals reach the four corners
Over waters, rocks, and metals
Concrete, humans, and their houses
Till each one may settle
On expectant brows.

GET A ROOM!

Room to say, or conversation space
Filled with empty lies and careless whispers
Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds
Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.

Room to balk at fake suspense, then?
Room to crave an honest conversation
Room to leave, no hesitation?
Room to bleed upon this counter top
My head is spinning, make it stop.

Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera.
Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand
Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands.
The cops are calling, want to hear my demands
I just want space, some time, some room.