I cannot trust an idle mind.
my psyche
   makes
      me
         sick.
and along with a heightened
   uvula
and bruised stomach
   potential convulsions
an elevated heartbeat
suggests the illness of my mind
rather than a bacterium induced
expulsion
I have avoided the great depths of seas:
   this is the second night in a row

I cannot vocalize
verbalize
and instead build steam
pound my eardrums
flutters twenty times per second

they burst
I’m open
tremendous winds
escape the cannel
cold winds
they sting my eyes

we have reached
another ultimatum
you are cold
I am timid

I wait for you to cut me into chunks
rather than in gradual bits had I been sooner

I will give you the benefit of the doubt
as always
and when you’ve beseeched my benefit
I will doubt some more

I love you and your unchanging scent
let this be as constant

After nearly forgetting your face
I crave nothing but to study it
respect my wishes
and my longingness for affection
I pray my face be more radiant
with warm rose light
than cold blue
artificial glows

after such absence
you remember who I am
the map of my anatomy is built into your brain
and the nerve endings are excited
spinal cord reminiscence
awake my dusty adrenal glands

but as soon as breathing changes
sadly we are interrupted
an uncomfortable force
lumbering awkwardly
rests at the bedside

we hadn’t kissed in three weeks
today is no different

My subconscious mind would worry you
lingering attractions
prevail gaps in my desires
I must be missing something
there is something I miss

Stalling
get your foot off the acceleration
hold my hands not my thighs
the lights gone red
this may take a while

once were off
my head: blown back
I love the speed
but our senses failed us
my body lied
we hit a tree
a ****** accident
who was the victim, really
the wounds were the same
my blood
stained you
save me with your holy hands
I’m bleeding out of every nook and cranny
this red light
may be longer than expected

It was the heavy breathing
I think
that I liked the most
our mouths made no movement
as our faces dried
and sternums rocked
planted kisses in a chalk line
wet florettes on my chest
pretended to worry
about potential marks on my neck
such gentle
aggressive manners
heart rate raised
resulted in the breathing

Are you trying to convince me
or yourself
that these confessions are real
I have heard such words
so much they’ve become a habit
your voice: a culture
I beat drums in my chest
adorn my best clothing
move heavily to beats
shower me with fruits
let this grow plentiful
I know not if your words have certainty