May 2013
One!
This kid was an airhead. Curly brown hair & piercing blue eyes. Big, toned arms. Bulky thighs. He was clumsy falling all over me. I could feel his saliva collecting into a pool on my tongue & eventually draining down my throat. Dime sized bruises coated his knuckles. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Two!
His hair was screaming for us to look from across the room when we first saw him. Deep blue & shoe polish black hues stemming from his scalp. But his voice shook on its way out and then trailed away before it hit our ears. When his shirt came up over his head he was nervous. And when it hit the floor, he was scared. A single file line of seven deep red gashes on his shoulder. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Three!
He was always laughing. He found comedy in tragedy and humor in hatred. His Mohawk, awkwardly tall. A pretty face underneath it all. Tired eyes when the smile fell & sadness behind the veil. Red and white blisters all over the tips of his fingers. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Four!
He was too old for me. Bored lips, creamy skin. Cold and drunk when I walked in. Well-read and unknown. He slipped under my sheets and wrapped his arms over my ribs. Two black & blue eyes staring into mine. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.
Five!
Vacant eyes. ***** hair. Strong arms. All dope-sick and wired. I heard him sigh into my neck like he was starting to think. Holes in his veins from the insides of his elbows, on down to his wrists. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.
Six!
Violent green eyes. Bloodshot, attentive and forgiving. He lifted me onto the sink. I've been here before. Between his warm arms and versed hands, the world was shutting out in the background. I had scars all over me. From my whining eyes to my breaking toes. I put them there. He kissed each one. He slipped inside, quietly. His lips begging me. He held his confusion at bay. He never let it show its face. But I crept into the rooms he shut doors in front of & found all of his loathing there. That was years ago & I wish I could forget him now.
This kid was an airhead. Curly brown hair & piercing blue eyes. Big, toned arms. Bulky thighs. He was clumsy falling all over me. I could feel his saliva collecting into a pool on my tongue & eventually draining down my throat. Dime sized bruises coated his knuckles. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Two!
His hair was screaming for us to look from across the room when we first saw him. Deep blue & shoe polish black hues stemming from his scalp. But his voice shook on its way out and then trailed away before it hit our ears. When his shirt came up over his head he was nervous. And when it hit the floor, he was scared. A single file line of seven deep red gashes on his shoulder. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Three!
He was always laughing. He found comedy in tragedy and humor in hatred. His Mohawk, awkwardly tall. A pretty face underneath it all. Tired eyes when the smile fell & sadness behind the veil. Red and white blisters all over the tips of his fingers. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.
Four!
He was too old for me. Bored lips, creamy skin. Cold and drunk when I walked in. Well-read and unknown. He slipped under my sheets and wrapped his arms over my ribs. Two black & blue eyes staring into mine. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.
Five!
Vacant eyes. ***** hair. Strong arms. All dope-sick and wired. I heard him sigh into my neck like he was starting to think. Holes in his veins from the insides of his elbows, on down to his wrists. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.
Six!
Violent green eyes. Bloodshot, attentive and forgiving. He lifted me onto the sink. I've been here before. Between his warm arms and versed hands, the world was shutting out in the background. I had scars all over me. From my whining eyes to my breaking toes. I put them there. He kissed each one. He slipped inside, quietly. His lips begging me. He held his confusion at bay. He never let it show its face. But I crept into the rooms he shut doors in front of & found all of his loathing there. That was years ago & I wish I could forget him now.
