My hands gently sift through your silky hair
Pulling softly at the base to hear you moan
A shiver tingles down my spine at your purr
I can be impatient
I can be bossy
But you always give in to my urges
Ripping, tearing, biting, *******, a menagerie of ***** slick sweat ****
Bleed for me
What can they not understand about me needing that?
Crimson welling up beneath your ribcage
Only a small slice, small sacrifice to lay at your *** goddess's  feet
Most bring flowers but only you know what I really want
Copper twist rot ****** at the base of your ****
I can only give love once
Broken and bruised you'll never get the same me twice
Reborn matted and patched
Willing to skull stomp them all to come out on top
Triumphant
Bloodied
Sated

You came by the house last Tuesday
To give your condolences
Seems like everyone knows about the sorry condition of my heart
I was built strong, could hold up under a hurricane
But what do you do with a strong foundation when it's rocked by an earthquake?
My smile told you I was doing ok
Tortured eyes tell you something different
I could see the war on your face, in your ringing hands
Do I stay and sit with her in silence or walk away?
Just because I see in shades of gray does not mean I am blind
To the rich green of deep summer outside my doorway
Give me another week and I'll be fine
Something about my wavering voice tells other wise
Ready to know again the story of the sky and sun
Bringing life back to the dead earth
Awakening again frozen passages of my heart

As far as I know, we only really live once.
Even if we live more lives, this one,
RIGHT NOW!
Is the one you're living.
So, by all means,
dye your hair blue.
You should pick up that violin
and play the crap out of it.
Hell, get a tattoo.
But if that's not you,
don't go there.
Buy a sweater and
cut it up, and
wear that fancy number
to the supermarket.
Pick up that paintbrush
and paint me a mural.
Paint yourself a mural, ******!
But if that's just not you,
don't go there.
But please, please,
pUUUHleaaaseeeee remember
that YOU are not a
stereotype!
You don't fit into a
category!
You are you AND
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
DON'T LOSE YOURSELF.
It is difficult to not get caught
in the stream.
Swimming upstream...
It's risky.
It's hard.
But if you stand out,
you won't be blending in.
If you're not blending in,
then you're clearly not the
same color.
Who want's to be beige
when you could be aqua?
But if that's not you...
Be beige!
BE BEIGE IN A SEA OF
PINK AND PURPLE
AND RED AND
GREEN AND BLUE!

if i were a word, i would be several (words that is).
i would first be callipygean, for its obscurity
and its meaning of rotund rumpage.
i would also be gymnophoria, although i would
pronounce said word with a silent g and sing
gymnophoric phrases to the world whilest
viewing the elderly through translucent lenses.

Isn't it about time we redecorated in here? the new orphan asks,
Ripping down old wallpaper until she can't
Rip
Any 
More

It keeps on growing back,
Like the smell of smoke.