you're not here for the pleasure

off navigating leather and steel

I still feel your weight

your hand on a pen now,

not my chin or nape of neck

I'm selfish for missing you

knowing you'll return to me

but I still feel your weight

so I peak and peak again

knowing you're not done piquing yet

I feel the valley up my navel

once deep but now the sand is packing

my five id'd fingers run along my ribs

around the animal of a heart all caged up

up along until my hips crest into bone and skin

carving my backside along outer blades

I return home when I miss my crack

I feel sweet honey dripping in the pond

of the small of my back, one million possibilities

old men unable to sleep

no fear for streets (or Central)

in the darkest twilight

the shadows in street lamps

what a way to live

tired with will to fight

if its dawn or night

how long will they live?

do they fear for sleep?

As I shimmy shimmered

the highlight on my cheek

to myself I started to speak

I might flirt, I might dance

try not as I might

this makeup is coming off tonight

Applying lipstick

never to stay

gloss and balm, more my forte

These lashes are short

spunky, yet thick

needing a hundred Maybelline

a fan true black and slick

Ready to bite into

my apple cheeks

take nothing more than

a tap of peach

The mirror likes me

and I my mirror

Windexing weekly

to see this face of glimmer

The girl pauses to view

no dark reflections

ready to go

with good intentions

I will gladly skip in your gardens

the petals on my fingertips

like the soft lips you kiss me with

there’s a

7:30, 10, 10:40

from the bay

I make coffee

after 7:35

on days he can’t stay

after touching the sea

walking the dog

the clock thats too fast

prompts us down to the dock

take me to the space

between wind and sea

the place I can hold

you close to me



the waves cradle light

wakes form scattered foam

reminding me of stretch marks

you let me form



tears never dry

in dusk my heart bled

filling the sky

vivid red sunset



soft kiss on my shoulder

butterflies fly free

in the air everywhere

surreal memory