She uses her skin as a trap
To catch men and drug them
With their own lust until they
Surrender to their hallucinations
And fly away on a trip
To her body
As she touches them softly until
Maybe
Their bones get filled with dopamine
And their mouths get to taste
Her beating heart under her *******.




- LynnAA

I walked in our house
And for the first time
In my entire life
Did I hear her whistle.

I stood there.
Listening.
And pictures of my boyhood
Reminisced in my head.
And I heard myself whistling.
I heard my 9 year old self
Whistling his way
To silence.

I remember the rain
And the door slightly open
Inviting me in
Leading my childhood
To its verge.

I remember them.
A Man and a Woman.
His flesh on her flesh.
Her lips on his neck.
His fingers on her thigh.
Her leg around his waist.

And I remember my mouth
Rounded with silence
As if they stole my whistle
To make out of it
Their melody.

And I never whistled again.

And she stood there
Smiling
Silent
As if my childhood memory
Had silenced her too.
She was beautiful
In her light yellow sundress
Barefoot
She looked even more beautiful
When she approached me
And touched my neck
To move my shirt aside.

She started to whistle again
Leaving little kisses
On my neck
Like little birds
Not caught but visiting - me
And bringing me back
The 9 year old boy
That I was.




-LynnAA

You might need to estrange me
Because the way I observed your nape
Made my inner vampire arise




-LynnAA

He was there
Black bearded,
Turning her on
With a voice
That gets hold of her system
Like *****
And sends her tripping
On waves she will never ride
And grounds she will never walk on




-LynnAA

He kindly refused
To have a drink with her
For he was physically drained
But he promised her
He'd take her this Tuesday
To the same place she suggested.

She smiled.

Then she felt that
That Tuesday would be
Like any other Tuesday:

Raw with his absence.




-LynnAA

Lady, why do you cry?
Did his cigarette drag on your hair?
And his black coffee stain your clothes?
Lady, why is your mascara running?
Did he miss your lips?
Did another woman get a kiss?
Lady, why are your watery eyes beautiful?
Did he meet you in the dark?
Or did he turn off the lights on your beauty?




-LynnAA