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B 4h
I love days like this
late day sunshine, early summer bliss.
The magnolia smells of home,
no matter how displaced
June breeze calm and playful
your hand on my bare waist.

Sometimes I stare out beyond what I can see
and wonder who else has been.
Ancient southern trees
covered in spanish moss where leaves grow thin.
The night approaches
a lone rider with no name
the cover of darkness imposed
and fashions mystery just the same.

Growing restless in the thickness of heat
solstice tastes like sugar and a hidden moon
something mindless and indistinct.
Burning for as long as an eye can blink,
gentle little light of beetle make the way
know it could lead me somewhere far, far off
but here, I so wish to stay.
B May 29
It's 4am
and nothing makes sense
you’re perched like a stray cat
balanced upon my picket fence.
Can't get too close
for fear of toppling over.
I try and I try
never been able to move any slower.

I say you're a friend
hands to myself, like you're no lover.
Find something else to do
another place to hover.
Call you my friend
say you're like a brother.
I promise all these things
knowing I believe another.

Peach fuzz on your chin
it has grown along with you,
can't remember when.
Let's drown these feelings away
go for one last swim.
You're a man now
and I don't know where to begin.
Glitter and salty residue
frames my blown up eyes
tell me what this is
remove your indifferent disguise.

Took all my favorite things
and threw them around my room
nothing feels valued
without you.
Now I am broke and things are broken
a problem to be solved
a lip that has been bit open.
Lick me fresh,
clean my wounds,
straighten up this mess,
and kiss where I am bruised.
B May 19
Wash my face with cold spring water
and my hair still smells like your cigarettes
sleeping under moon and alder
for once, I have no regrets.

Caught you in summer
by fall I'll be ready for the chase once more.
For now, let's just be gentle with one another
let us play upon the lakefront shore.
The sky and the expanse of a reservoir
reflections of a perfect sunset, lilac hue
it's hurts, it's true
in the end
I'm always coming back for you.

Fire ignites where it wills
fighting against the black of night
wrap yourself around me
take away my chills
be my burning light.
Dark and amber bottle
makes this twilight seem all the longer
we reach out for what we can still see
and in the dark we wander.
B Apr 25
Your crew socks pushed down to your ankles
and a laugh further down your throat
a light April breeze in the mess of your hair
it tangles
and teases as it blows.
B Feb 27
Can you swallow hunger downwards
can you sleep it all away?
Work it out and calculate
revise and reshape
cursed and caged
by a body I cannot escape.

Another stone thrown across the river bed
another afternoon
without food.
I'm tired (so tired)
of this being the only thing
I cannot seem to lose.
B Feb 26
A shiver of uncertainty
prickling stars on the corners of my frame.
Weaving through speach, playful and playing
what is this awful game?
Deep in the chasm, pain in my belly
never satisfied, never done
disrobe myself and begin once more
to never find myself ready
nothing ever won.
And I can sharpen my wit
day by day
whittle it to a blade
practice what I say.
It's nothing impressive
next to the truth
I'm completely and compulsively obsessive
with the way that you move.
In fact, I am entranced
by every little thing that you do
embarrassingly strong, this yearning notion.
I cannot break through.
a crush that slowly crushes you too
B Feb 14
In your upstairs room, so much unspoken
your trailing thoughts and hypersexuality
what you can do with a mouth that is open.
Lying there, morbidly broken
nothing is sacred
and I am not coping.
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