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Make me into a balloon,
******* up.
And stretch me out.
Make me shine.

Tie me up,
Watch me close.

Let me go
Let me fly.
Lose me in the sky.

Be happy for me
When I’m there,
up high.

It wont be long
before I come back down,
I’ll Pop.

Then you’ll find me,
Here
on the side.
dark rinsed veins
drain to the brain,
a throbbing tiredness
drives me to well up
hide against the wall
refrigerator buzz,
paper towel
covering a runny nose  
in case someone walks in
ignorance, a few feet away.
paunchy eyes; silk streams
glistening onto chewed up finger nails,
a silent sort of death
unnoticeable
serene,
as I clutch my mouth and the kitchen counter top.
when the giggles have gone,
all you've got are the *****
all the pretty pages
etched white and gray
landscapes of my heart on your hands
cool and damp
wash away your smudges,
bundled huddles in the lamp light.
Your topography.
Your body and its geography.
Lavish to lick,
Sensual, slick,
Fantastic.
I indulge with my hands and my mouth
As our hips, caught in a dance
Lift me into a trance,
And all I see is you,
And the star-speckled black.
Our aura outshines them all.
I tip-tap finger tips on your back,
And your breath,
And sighs
Whisper sweet-nothings to the skies
And all the gods watch in awe
As we crumble temples in our path,
And reach levels higher than Olympus
Decibels higher than the thunderous clap,
Anchored down by nothing
But a metal clasp
And hidden by nothing but a mask.
But these are no obstructions
To our naked odyssey,
We wander in wanderlust.
In lust, in love.
In you,
In me.
I was in this same house
Up late and unable to sleep
Feeling a heavy sadness
Like storm clouds in my chest
I guess some things never change
The desire for poetic connection
Lessened depression
An ache buried in my bones
For freedom from this life
Head going nowhere,
Mind out of control.

Walking in circles,
No way back home.
Sometimes words have two meanings.
So listen close because
The wide path leads to a cliff’s edge
But nobody ever told me
I could get away with being tempted
When I was younger, I thought
But now that I’m older, I do
Never thought I’d be on my knees for you
Accepting whatever you ask me to
I believe in
My complete destruction, my sins piling up
Wash away the faith I thought I had
This moment is all I need
I believe in you
I’m not afraid of going to hell anymore.
A bustle in your hedgerow. A hedgerow in your hedgerow. Bustle. Buss buss it baby
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