#doubleentendres
I'm an open book,
if I love you.
You can read me, whenever...
and however, you like.
By rote...by rite...
by favored passage...
...Rough, or smooth.
...Strong, or gentle.
My pages, will bend, to you...
and press, crisply
towards the texture,
of your intimate touch.
They'll shiver, and spin, for you.
Peruse, my chapters.
Absorb, my thesis.
Allow me, to teach you
the rhythm, of me
until you can speak it,
like a second language.
You can slide your fingers,
down the hard ridges, of my spine,
and break me open,
upon your tabletop.
You can laze, in a dim corner
with me, sprawled
across the thickness, of your lap,
begging you...
to thumb the creases,
and to whisper,
over the wall, of words.
I'm an open book...
until you hurt me.
Then the covers, swing swiftly closed,
like French doors...
unmindful, of fingers.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
Free me of this sickness
Get me out of my mind
This virus in my body
Keeps me awake at night
And I wait under the covers
Take my drugs, suppress my fever
But it's something I can't sweat out
The tightness in my throat
The aching of my bones
Burning behind my eyes oh tell me why why why why
I can't shake you off
I can't believe it
Dust inside my lungs
From breathing you in
Every cell in me has been contaminated
Put me under quarantine
Fires burning in my head
Don't think I've even left this bed for days
Time slips
And spills away
Keep getting sicker
Haven't found a way
To treat my symptoms or find my cure
I don't know what I'm looking for
As the hours pass, all I can think
Is how you (went and) infected me
And I'm so sick of feeling wrong
And coughing up my ******* lungs
Every bit of my being's getting worse
I became a victim of it first
I'm patient zero
And until I find you, then
I will never be healthy again
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
It's nice to see you after such a Long time apart
Your touch makes all the colors of my skin turn to art
Several nights pass, down this bottom of a glass
I cannot speak my relief to have you in my hands
These first few sips as I bring you to my lips
Make me feel so dizzy, filthy -
This hell is my bliss
Though after much time with ya
I feel nauseous in my boudoir
Maybe my dependence is a hindrance to my brilliance
But I don't know who I am in the presence of your absence
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
Rapidly headed in unknown directions,
no director,
just actors,
with good looks and bad intentions,
all hyped up,
everything lights up,
lights on mic’s on,
even the stagehand’s got a hype man so what’s up?
All the world’s a stage,
and that’s okay with me,
just make sure to adjust the lightening,
appropriately,
need some space to breathe,
need some space to see,
need some space to have the time I need,
to escape these stereotypes break out this cage and be free,
these preconceived notions from the public don’t make me,
and they only define me I am the negative of all they deny me,
in the public’s eye and that doesn’t really bother me,
I offer everything up for free except for apologies,
as we,
four wheel drive on this rough road,
a million directions to choose,
but only one place we can really go,
here we go,
rapidly headed in unknown directions,
no director,
just actors,
with good looks and bad intentions,
all hyped up,
everything’s lights up,
lights on mic’s on,
even the stagehand’s got a hype man so what’s up?
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
City of Angels
The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16
∆
www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Trying to breathe,
TRYING TO BREATHE
into the woods.
An old woman
in a furry hat
& I,
laughing together
still somewhat
lifelike.
Ever too proud
to play
boomerang
or go fetch
for change
FOR CHANGE
we live out
of bags.
Exactly where
we're meant to be
& 'how you say?'
...all that jazz."
--shoo.shu #doubleentendres #poetry #spilledink #inthenow #inthemoment #underdog #homeless #boho #bohemian #wanderlust #gypsy #nomad
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC