May you feel the hunger inside
subside by the tip of my tongue.

May your every fantasy and more
be born through the touch of my hands.

May you cry out into the night
that you might see yourself through my eyes.

May these moments be nothing more than love
when the morning shows a pillow gone cold beside you.

Amen.

Tell me you don’t love me.
                     and the fingers I run through your hair are nimble caterpillars
that are strong enough to fly away now.

Kiss me so I know it’s not real;
    that each lascivious touch is a misconception of realms where I may actually have stability…
   and that you’ll make me breakfast in bed by glowing breaks of auburn rays tomorrow.

Tell me you used me.
To make the no one you never had jealous,
and she’ll want you back by morning.

               But reassure me that until then,
we’ll embrace in parked cars,
as roads around us disguise themselves with a mask of slick ice.

  and each groping breath for each other fogs up glass on a 2006 Mustang.

Let me wake to the mourning dove coo,
and empty beds.
Let my hands bleed with fingerprints of the reminiscent touches of you,
         and hand me no cleansing rag.

Floating with a neon cross
I plug your neon holes.
I gross our incomes both
But watch you do it up your nose.
I wish you knew how much those boys just
want to *** on you then leave.

it's difficult to describe
why your body chooses to spend weekends
alone surrounded
by the slimy tongues and bottled self esteem
take another hit
while your mind explores the chip on his front tooth or the sweat dripping off his eyebrow
your body takes the pounding while it whispers in your ear how little you mean and you tremble at the thought of being handcuffed
you wonder if he remembered your middle name
Francesca
or noticed the way that when you breathe in your collar bone protrudes
ill ring for you

I’ve gotta go home and clean,* you say.
Clean my scent from your sheets,
I want to tell you
Come closer, baby,
Untangle my limbs and
caress me down,
orchestrate my symphonies.
Didn’t you see the stars, too?

I remember your breath all
over me
and how I tasted my very existence
within it.
I remember seeing infinity
in the golden hazel of your eyes,
those **** bedroom eyes,
soothing me past my boundaries,
hands pushing past my hipbones
and into my infinity.

And I want to tell you that I still taste
your lips on my tongue
and I still feel your teeth grazing my skin but
I don’t tell you any of these things.
I look you dead in the eye
those bedroom eyes, boring into mine.
I wonder if you’re playing back the scene
you moving over me
and I say, Okay.

Our whole existence
narrowed into one word
and in that moment I think I hate you
but the thought of your hands on me
still makes my sun rise each day
and I wonder if maybe
I love you in spite of
all the things telling me not to.

It's just one night of acceptance
Giving it all away for an hour
But things end too soon
With reassurance of reoccurrence
But it meant nothing in the end
And I was okay with that
Until the next day
When I thought of it endlessly
And I started my search
To discover the real him
After all he was so interesting
Falling faster and faster
Down the  pit of infatuation
Hoping to receive the call
That was once promised
Because he was good
At giving me what I wanted
Even if it was only for an hour

It's all just a trick of the light
Never really wrong or right
Like, last night?
We let "love" take control
You entered my soul
Damaged my mind, but I didn't care
I wasn't really there and neither were you
Just a few drinks, the night was through

I remember it all clearly
How your eyes danced like poetry
Your lips tasted like sweet red wine
I was addicted, said "you're mine!"
You said I was yours too,
But I know that's not really true, so do you
The truth is,  I didn't really love you

I know you don't love me
But in that moment
Our bodies made poetry
So beautifully outlined, flowing and rhyming in perfect harmony
Such a simple little melody

This morning came fast,
Knowing that moment had passed,
We knew it wouldn't last,
Getting dressed fast
Sharing a quick little smile
All the while thinking that for a few moments it was great
What was it, our second date?
Not my usual style

A few drinks and "love" took hold
We lost all control
I showed you my soul,  
Too drunk to care, barely even there
Last night?
It wasn't wrong, but it didn't feel right
That poetry in your eyes?
Must have been a trick of the light...

The trail of bed sheets left
While we avoid love.