he
didn't like the way she had methodically seduced him

– as if he were simply a puzzle
to mechanically solve and destroy
like clockwork
tick tock tick tock
and now you use your tongue
to become the catalyst of his undoing -

then shoved him,
harshly
(the ice cold feel
of frozen wall
still hung
in phantom touches
against his bridged back)
kissed him,
roved his mouth,
placed her tongue in his lips,
under his tongue,
on his cheek,
under his skin,
under his flesh,
under his bones,
in his bones,
in his heart,
in his brain,
can't get rid of her,
and marked him.

He didn't like the feeling of being prey,
of preyness

my heart likes your lips
and my toes curl like your hair
so of course its love.

The stubble tells a story:

got up. drunk. head pounding. knew i'd had too much last night. fridge is full. what did i sell. what do i have to do to get it back. i need more. more. fills me. the calm. i have it under control. but I need more.

razor. gone.

choice: razor or drink.
choice: razor or drugs.
choice: razor or rent.
choice: razor or girlfriend.
choice: razor or smokes.

not really a choice.

Most winsome,
most fresh,
appealing
so delicious
to the naked eye
and
naked flesh

gorgeous skin
that reaches
so far
not an inch
that is
not captivating
is not
alluring

so provocative
the stance
the eyes
the glow
the dimmed fire
the heat

so entrapping
let it linger on your tongue
let the taste remain
decadence at its
most
entrancing

the dance
the swing
the pull and push and shudder
lift her high
lift the disembodied
leg
up as you sway
let the dip
reach the tangled
ends of the
soiled floor
let grass leech up
grip tightly to your ankles
as you twirl
connected only
by the most
finite of toes

breathe,
honey badger,
through the nose
let the smell
waft
like summer winds
and winter rains
the sky blooms green for you
aurora aurora
'tis not science
but magic
evanescent in its passing
only a flicker in time

she holds the moon in her arms
it falls heavy like a babe's head
it murmurs against her hairy skin
her smile is not quite a smile,
but a charm,
it twinkles,
tinkles,
crinkles,
chimes and sings,
as the wind rubs against it
like warm farm hands

the callouses
have such candor
care for such softness
one would imagine that
it was not
only a visualisation
not only a whisper of the night
but tangible to be held

all you see,
is all you get,
and all you get,
is only half true.

Harrowed eyes
beckon
from the
shades of
jacaranda branches

it is
almost poetic
how false
true pain
can
shine

almost
like a
lip
bitten and
hacked
down to
the
stumps of
flesh
trying to
pursue
a mimicry
of joy

'oh hail'
'oh hail'
the sunshine
bellows
from the
gallows
the glinting
rusted
metal
so alike
your eyes

'oh rain'
'oh rain'
'Tis not
rain but
mellowed
waterfalls
falling from
the heavens
with the
most
regal
of graces

'oh mine'
'oh mine'
the haunted
quail
of a
hunter
beneath
jacaranda shades
rattles
and hisses
like the
exotic beast
within her skin

'oh do'
'oh nay'
is the echoed
tantalizing
that never
lets up.

Vindicated words
hang
like chandeliers
from the
cracked and
aching
ceiling

it groans
in protest
as the heavy
glass
glimmers
with deep
and
gloating
insincerity

the words
feel like
the most gently
brush of
poisonous
knuckles
against the
curve
of her
jaw

her teeth ache
and she
thinks
the cause
is not
one to
investigate

the poison
gently
romances
its
way
down the
train tracks
of her
pores
through the tunnel
of bridge
down
into the enamel
of
fluttering
chin

it seeps
into the
teeth that
clench

not in pain.

they can't feel it
yet.

the gums
quiver
as the
smile
pulls chapped lips
like small shards
of hard glass
have been wedged
between the valleys
of soft and subtle
skin.

smile.

doesn't hurt
to smile

the voice
that asks her
is not one
that truly
cares whether
she agrees

it is a voice
that only wishes
to let out its
sails
and
swim
on its own chords
to let the rumble
in its chest
disperse
from thought to fact
from the desire to the tangible

its only longing
is to be corporeal
to feel
to exist there
to be palpable
to be the humidity
that squeezes
ever so tightly
on the bone
until the blood
evacuates and
all that is left
is bleached and

alone

exist,
its easy
its painless
there is no cost.

the lips
never
promised
that they
told the
truth