Your fingers manipulating
her hips.

The way her skirt rides
and rides.

Her moving
with you
waiting for you to show her what's next,
to give direction
with your fingertips.

Show me your pastel shades in water colours

And hide your laugh lines in candle light

Please

Keep your grimace in your sneer pocket

No one wants to see your teeth

I know how sharp they are

I know your growl is so guttural

It is hunger

This canvas soaks up everything it touches

But can’t force anything to mix

There is no texture in your vibrancy

And too much in your shading

So much green in your jealousy

That no one is debating

I know what shades of orange to be

When I need to light a fire

What shades of grey to fill my mouth

When I need to be a liar

But you

Dear model

Airbrushed to centerfold

Show me

Your pastel shades

Where your humanity should be

Watercolour your water colours any hue of blue and green

Picturesque my sunset

And lay me on the grass

Between the fading of your daylight

And the dying of my earth

And don’t dandelion my locks

Because

I won’t turn to face your sun

Don’t dampen my clay

With whatever colorful tears you drip

Some things just never mix

Even though

They look so beautiful

Together

On paper

teenage ******* naked
sheets
firing love missiles with the
boy from school

seeping glands of lust
and
lies

empty promises
worth less than
empty
promises

she will find out

the hard way

It's not the
"I'm going to be a failure."
that I worry about.

It's the
"Am I going to be a failure?"
that I worry about.

A failure
in the sense
that I never get my ****
together
and take my writing seriously.

I could really be something,
but I could get stuck on a
could.

I am afraid of myself
and the swallowing monsters
capricious
within me.