My love with you will not only be filled with butterfly kisses and silky grips
But it will also be filled with stingray whips and electric lips,
My love with you will not only be filled with warm sheets and bunny cuddles
But it will also be filled with polar ice cubes and freezing tongue muscles,
My love with you will not only be filled with sugar sweet smiles and jelly joys
But it will also be filled with tear soaked shoulders and confusing conflicts of noise,
My love with you will not only be filled with seven star resorts and ravishing restaurants
But it will also be filled with playing various games and nights of movie hunts,
My love with you will not only be filled with heavenly peace and encouraging each other’s dreams
But it will also be filled with running races and roller coasters of emotion on diverse streets,
My love with you will not only be filled with artistic gifts and poetic lines that flutter
But it will also be filled with a collage of master pieces that we have created together for each other.
You are the calming waters that extinguish the fuming fires inside of me
But these fires are also passionate so without them: I'm a honey-less bee.
He said “Cult of Simultaneity”
in such a sultry way
it made we want to kiss him
in that “Gay guys are attracted to me”
sort of way.
An English major taking an
upper level history course
as an elective—
When he smiled at you
in one-on-one conversation
his Irish emerald eyes gleamed between
slits (as he squinted his eyes
in a merry, amiable way).
He wore silk dress shirts and vests
every day with pressed tapered
black dress pants and
gleaming black oxfords.
His well-trimmed red beard
enwreathing the doorway to his mouth
made his lips (full, lush;
I swear they were glossed)—
I gave him a cute nickname
that was just his name shortened
but with a y, like Jimmy
and Bobby and
I hope he liked it—
He spoke with such finesse
carefully enunciating every syllable
running his tongue smoothly
across his teeth lips and
the roof of his mouth
free of spit and stutter—
every phoneme imbued
with his placid charm,
I ate every crumb
with my eyes glued to him
across the classroom—
Vain and straight,
straight in vain.
Hell to you my seductive demon! You were the damning fire to my dynamite heart
Your love was a spark towards my self-destructive spree,
You were the toxic water to my fish gills
I couldn’t survive without your malignancy swimming inside of me.
The way you walk sends even the miserable waves into hysteria
As they dance across the ocean’s ballroom floors,
Your body is a gift I will sadly not unwrap because you already have your champion that won your heart’s wars,
Yet I still find myself mesmerized by your beauty and feeling hypnotized by your bluish grey eyes
They remind me of tender rainy days and the turquoise of the distant seas
The seas I spill when alone but remind myself that I will not die now, for you I’ll stay and hope for my natural demise.
I am jealous of your man because he has the most expensive gem in his arms
I wish I could be the one to help you out in bed, not him,
He’s blessed with the most heavenly of blessings to ever walk the earth’s thorns,
I really wish I was him. Selfish of me, I understand and my apologies
But I wish we were together, I don’t want to stop seeing you and reading your dream’s anthologies,
It hurts knowing that one day
We will only have each other’s numbers that may in the future become collapsed
And it makes me want to weep rivers of tears to drown myself and forget we ever met,
There is a reason I distance myself from people and it’s that I don’t want to get too attached
Because if I do, saying goodbye burns like hell, and honestly, I’d rather paint my death with a tainted brush and an emotional palette.
I wish I could watch you erupt like a volcano of frustrated anger and unrest
I wish I could hold you when you cry oceans of tears to drown your sweet fears
I wish I could listen to your blissful laughter suffocating your own chest with passion
I wish I could make love to your soft, naked frame with a bottle of oil and a bouquet of roses
I wish I could cater your soul and body as you age with all the care and support I have to offer
But these are things I wistfully won’t be able to do.
Dear person I will never be with,
I love you with a heart hungry for more hurt.
What do I do
When my mind constantly day dreams of sex
But I am "too young" to be left unguarded by parents
And by a father who doesn't even know that I know:
What the birds and the bees are.
I need a way to tame my desires
But I don't think my passionate mind will ever be tamed
For my creative mind is like a savage, wild animal
That will not submit to the bars disguised as: "Home".
She is pyramidon spreads down the pyramid
Led by him up the pyramid that keeps climbing high.
Continues to straighten his straight line but her
curve off the top embraces full is an enduring spiral!
Off the apex of the pyramid the butterfly has slipped out
Still a circle still a cut whatsmore is concealed in the pi?
Future is in now, deathless in death only a pi away!
Will you allow me to steal from your treasure chest the one medal you cannot retrieve like spilt milk?
Will you grant me the permission to undress your innocent virginity in all its vaginal silk?
Will you give me your drum beating soul with all its erotic musical notes?
Will you let me touch every inch of your breathing temple that has become my living sanctuary?
Will you drown me in your intoxicating presence with lips as soft as rose petals in spring coats?
For every ounce of your flesh is coated in the pain you carried through countless storms,
And all your nakedness defines the core definition of the word beauty in all its forms.
So for your sexual desires I lay next to you in your dreams, waiting for a signal that says:
“Yes.” to all my exhilarated questions.
I want to make love to you as softly as a carefree dewdrop gently rolls down a cracked leaf and as roughly as the ferocious oceans repeatedly crash the innocent shores.
I was sitting in school, last seat, by the window.
I was alone, nobody to talk to, just me and my thoughts.
You sat next to me and started talking away, I would only glance at you, afraid that your dashing blue eyes would catch mine. I fell asleep once and you drew a flower on my paper. When I awoke I couldn't help but smile a little. You caught me drawing a meadow around it. I looked up and our eyes met, my heart pounded, hands trembled and lip quivered. I fell, and I fell hard. Much to my surprise you caught me and helped me regain balance. Today I waited for you in the back seat, but you never came. Days had passed and wonder had set in. When we met again, it wasn't like I wanted too. I stood in the corner, holding your picture. Why hadn't you told me?! It wasn't supposed to be like this, I didn't want to believe it. The flowers seemed to turn gray and wilted with every sob your mother released into the somber room. Your casket was polished and clean, it almost shined as bright as your eyes did. We'll meet again, my dear. But for now, it's just me and my thoughts.