I want to love you till the floor boards bleed

I want to rock you till you scream for sleep

I want to hold you till you lose your poise

I want to break you till you make that noise

I want to squeeze you till we feel like one

I want to please you till you've come and gone

I want to hurt you hear you scream my name

I want to tease your body till you go insane

I want to taste you in every bead of sweat

I want to find you in the warmth of wet

I want to see behind the tension in misty eyes

I want to break your defences with your plaintiff cries

I want to pen words upon you others can't read

I want to plow your furrow and plant my seed

I want to curse the lord almighty in risen steam

I want to be the beast that haunts waking dreams

I want to share heaven with a taste of hell

I wanna be the sin for which an angel fell

I find it too hard to sleep on my stomach

Night falls once more
and I alone
walk the sand dunes
of her sleeping
eyes
tracing our footsteps back
along the gentle stream
of tears
that flow along her laughter lines
painted skies of midnight blue
steal my breath
as smudged horizon blend
with swaying reeds
blown soft within the breeze
of lovers sighs
here I lay safe warm smiling
tracing I love you's
with idle playful fingertips
knowing in dreams
she sees me there
beneath the twinkle of her eyes
awaiting her return
when morning
comes.

She loved the bulge in my trousers


e v e r y





pay day

I want to have someone
to write a love letter to.
Something sincere
and nostalgic.
Something bordering on already said
or cliche'.
I'll write one for you
any of you
anyone as lonely as I am.
This poetry all seems passive
and pleading.
I'll write one for you
one of you
just one as lonely as I am.
All my words beat around
and climb the shady subject
aimed deliberately
ambiguously
around its name.
Loneliness
and the want to find someone
anyone.

*I'll write one for you
one of you
one of you who needs connection
as bad as I do.

I would be lying if I said
I have never been addicted
Because that crooked smile
And those passionate, mischievous eyes
Are enough to keep me coming back
Again
And again