I am
An ex girlfriend
An ex bulimic
An ex addict
An ex model daughter
An ex daddy's girl
Yet, all of these things
Have somehow marked an X
On my soul.

I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face

I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.

The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.

Copyright @2014  - Neva Flores Smith

only real way 'cause
thick up down:
******* ,



               i'm


sorry                 'cause


                i'm


gonna hurt)hurt you

a lot


                  (tonight

such things as my own body i have been:

                 (the grass

                   the sun

                   the moon

                   the sea        )

and felt the big violent urge up
of the whole world's thigh
each stupid flens of men:

their hands that go out from them
and come back into them–making and destroying;

(who have i been my own hands amongst such things?

making much

destroying much?



                                                                  they
                                                             go
                                                     out

                                                             come

                                                                        back

                                                                                    IN

and they are so heavy
with nothing
even the grass
that will become them
cannot grow in such
a dark place                                                                                                       )

all muscles bent
over the
bent over the
bending counter

    

         (destroy)


spit pretty up the
mouth under the
skirt fingers working

fingers open the
tight little chest of
cotton and just
shaved yesterday
a bit of stubble
hurts fingers abrading

knuckles deep into
face pressed against
the cold cold cold

tile"****"tellmeyoure,

       A what?