I fatten the cow
And drink her milk
To wash down
Her baby's flesh
And she loves me even now
As I squeeze her *******
Her milk allows
It feels like silk
Because I fattened the cow
To drink her milk

Woe to the woman lost to love
The woman who loves
to love a man too much
Woe to she who loses herself
She loses herself to love

What is useless if unpossesed,
And like currency if one devalues it?

Good and light, you hold it dear,
Yet its darkness brought you here?

Aching for our two souls to intertwine
My heart on your chest, your heart on mine
Opening like a blossom on a vine

Longing for hands to discover me,
Roaring to a flame of ecstasy
And with time, growing inside me

Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh
I am weakness beneath your bated breath
Lay claim to my clay, lay claim to my breast

I am yours with every command, each and every kiss
Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch
I can be your *****, I can be your *****

Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between
A valley full of nectar, consuming delicacy
Make me your subject, I am your Queen

If you wanna get by,
Get high,

Don't sigh,
Just flyyyyyyyy,

If you wanna fly high,
Say goodbye to the lie,

Don't over achieve,
Just leave,

You won't come back,
After crack!!!!

In this hotel mirror
I see more than a moonless sky
Downtown’s burning strip
Another time with this guy
In this hotel mirror
Is tonight’s burning regret
I see more than a moonless sky
I remember once again
Damien's burning desire
In this hotel mirror
When I’m with this guy
I see more than a moonless sky

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis

I want to be lost, waste the day laughing
I want to run into the river
Clothes dry and bodies splashing
Crashing into a body of quicksilver

In as much as an hour or a lifetime
Trek across the map, making new friends we forget
At another place, in a realm sublime
Holding photographs of strangers we met and regret

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis

His efforts were altogether one big joke,
And the punch line was his ego.
I could no longer stand this clown,
Nor the balloon animal between his legs.
Every now and again, I picture myself
Stuffing him into a tiny car,
And watching it drive over a cliff.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis