Temptation,
laugh at me—
we’ve been here before
together
this is the part where
you slide your hands down my sides
and whisper—
Sweet Nothings
about how we could
bend and twist
and it sounds like
such a rush
until I remember how
last time you just
made me
a Gordian Knot
that I had to cut up
from sheer frustration—
But I threw out
the scissors when I was done
and I really
don’t want
to shred this one apart
with my teeth—

That would hurt,
you know.

How dare you!  How dare you!
Club night tequila margherita stains
and the loose thread
you yanked
when you rubbed your
sweaty body all over
some ***** stranger
on the dark dance floor.
Strobe lights pulsing
with your libido
until he sloshed beer
down your front
when a drunken brawler
stumbled into the crowd
Oh, I’m sure HE
apologized
such a considerate guy
to take home
for mom to find
you in bed with
in the morning.
Thanks for your
consideration.

I can see into the past,
having lived
enough to watch ages
crawl by.
I have watched you stumble
and fall
and vanish
only to return
again,
each time in greater numbers.
You infest this world,
mindlessly exhaust
all that has been bestowed
upon you.
Yet
you continue, forthcoming
spilling over
the borders of your minds:
here,
we have no borders
that clash
and ****** us into war.
And you—
you take advantage
of our peace
to drain away our lives,
**** them down
expel them carelessly,
seeking dominion.
Tell me
Tell us
over whom will you rule
when none of us are left?

Fist the sheets
eyes wide open
scream
wild crimson
rushes
scatters
can’t breathe—

The sounds of my footsteps were swallowed in dusty silence
Until chimes came through, shaken by the wind
Into vibrant chords and intricate melodies.

The last vestiges of autumn sifted through the air
Whose breath bore tints of frost that subtly twisted
Into my lips to tinge them blue.

The fading sun cast a symphony of golden tongues
Across misty ridges into shaded ravines
As the sliver moon beckoned night and winter.

Lean into me
eyes wild
I’ll watch lust
dance at the surface
when—

Lean into me
tear trails
etched in dust
I’ll hold on
until—

Lean into me
lips feverish
embrace must
last unbroken
but—

Lean into me
and feel
ourselves rust
as rain drips down
until—

Lean into me
for now
we can trust
we’ll never know
when—

until—

but—

—

Fading memories disperse
like ***** rags yanked from the clothesline
in a hot dry gust.

The pins that held the dusty garments
dangle upside down,
their rusty hinges
no longer stain the cloth,
but the line that memories left behind.