When I saw you I swore you were deity
of purity or corruption I could not discern.
Mighty as so,
I named you after a Greek god-
built you a temple,
because I want to shovel
buckets of grapes into your mouth
and quench your thirst.
And breathe heavy.
And dig into lushes.
And tender bruises.
I can let you smite me.
It is true
the fallacies of this earth word
are many.
I just hope I give you
reason enough
to stay.

blame it on those eyebrows arching over baby blue lies.

My back was always as straight as a needle.
And I was just as pointy.
Line of sight was always parallel to the ground.
I never looked down for anything, always forward.
My positive light infected everything I touched; a disease of the best kind.
Oh, and when I walked - no - I drifted
Like on clouds, from place to place
With an air of confidence all around me.
I was graceful,
I was determined,
I was inspired,
I was...
Not always like this.
Not always like this.

How invigorating
When the dew from the night
Carries over into the day
And my flower is a sight
To behold a certain way.

How enchanting,
An aroma to trap
A sweet smell to entice
Any insect on the map
And the King Bee for a price.

How misleading,
When you want what you think
Is all you need in this world
And it leads to the brink
Of your demise, and just think,
Only for a girl.

How simply pathetic,
The way you would blindly trust
Me opening my flower petals for you
When it was only for lust,
But darling, insist I must,
it's simply what I do.

It is a growing issue
that the amount of metaphors
never used before by the hand of man
is decreasing significantly
and needs to be addressed soon
because the number of poets appearing
out of nowhere
is increasing exponentially
because we all want to
compare our love to the wind
forever competing
for self entitled originality
and instant gratification
until all we have left in this world
is cliche
after cliche
after cliche.
Where will we find ourselves
when we find out
all the words are taken?

I want to swim up by your side
Between the sheets, through the tide

Warm my toes and take me under
Through depths and air bubbles we plunder

Your skin has a flavor, but do me a favor

Avoid all the retrospections
Focus on simple satisfactions

Your nose crinkles when you stifle a yawn
The longest hour is right before the dawn

You stupid little ****,
with all your lack of wit.
I was deceived.
I can't believe
I let you lick my ***.