love is the creation
of imagination
imagination
is the language of the soul
to allow the fantasy
yields no harm nor foul

sometimes they wept
through momentum kept
yet in the end all would mend
as in each other's arms
their souls slept

distance wouldn't tear them
the way itself would keep them
challenge has been their retribution
though victory is assured
the bud blooms at the top of
the stem

best to have stayed at home
supplies all accounted for
beer
tequila
pizza
oh, something else to eat?
we’ll pick up some chinese food
and cigarettes
and some snacks
maybe watch a movie
before we close in tight
entwined with one another
for the night

she goes right into my head
speaks differently in bed
like a
purr
enticing yet calming
thoroughly
delighting
all senses
serpentine fountain
writhing in the garden
delighting
emotion laced with attitude
such a thing to observe
her
in herself
moments of freedom
blessings shared
with reckless abandon
they are one
they are
they are

i part from you
pills
pipe
i sit and watch the rain in a haze
blurred streaks
against tree silhouettes
my mind is affixed
to you
grab a beer and stay here
for awhile…

i'm encircled with
everything
when i'm in your arms
the sound of
the rain
will always be our song

these febrile young ladies
bouncing nearby
***** things
gaffer tape
belts and scarves taut
i become reptilian
my self a disgrace
but on my face it drips
on my face
it drips
clean scented
with a little funk
shower not yet been taken tonight
that bouncing works up
a sweat
no matter the time of day
the n word won’t work here (nubile)
they are simple
and simply
untouched

don’t tell me what i should want
don’t tell me it’ll all work out fine
don’t pass me books on mutual agreement
with the look in your eye that says
try
i can’t pass through forever
knowing only of my mistakes
unless they’ve become worth something
and cut me a few breaks

don’t attempt to foil the gods of fate
don’t make me look back
verging on hate
nor try to tell me you know better
than i
where i must reside
spit and **** will fly my way
i will fill my cup
all your vitriol
i’ll lap it all up

because i will be mine
my path will make or break
i am not ignorant
to the chances that i take

perched
poised
placed upon pillows
and cushions
pushing
probing
penetrating places
internal and eternal

raised
raising
raving so ravenous
and feverish
rendezvous
recollected
remembering rapes
communal and consensual

telegraphic
telepathic
tell-tale tortures
and trials
tender
talismanic
treasured in totality
bitter and beloved