#onenightstand
"I just want to have sex", you said.
An unexpected non-sequitur.
We had been sipping tea or coffee or something.
We had been reminiscing about the old street,
Back when none of us were single.
"yeah, I miss it, too", I said.
"No. I mean right now", you corrected.
As I turned to see your face, it betrayed little.
Impassive, but alert.
Warm, but not intimate.
No passion.
I was willing, but remember:
this never happened.
Something seemed wrong about it,
But was there any harm?
I asked if I could think about it.
You thought about it, too, as we watched a movie.
Halfway through some Ridley Scott epic, we held each other.
We touch-explored and memory only tells me this is true:
With no further reason beyond the will to be,
I soon lay naked there with you.
It wasn't love but, then again…
This never happened.
Awkward, at first, we found our place,
Our touch and pull, our rhythm and pace.
"no kissing", you admonished, speaking only that.
Though I rest spent and full inside you,
That was your concern.
Too personal.
Too intimate.
We held each other for a while, you left within the hour,
Saying, "this never happened".
And my only thought,
My only answer to you,
Was a solemn confirmation,
That nothing could be more true.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
music
sweat
one more shot
ding ding
“i’d like to buy you a drink. on me.”
liked him back then.
two more shots
on him.
“wanna step out for a cigarette?”
messy kisses
don’t know how it started.
“i’m leaving with him.”
stumbling on the stairs.
he holds you.
“gosh you turned pretty”
upstairs
stumbling on his couch
“hush, roommates are sleeping”
his hands
***** talk
it doesn’t suit him
sober up
middle of it
groaning
whining
not. what you wanted.
be quick
let him come.
water
a hoodie
no pants
spoon on the couch
mac miller
staring at his messy curls.
“i did something last night.”
water
get your pants off the floor
“you want me to drop you?”
stairs
“we should do it more often”
back at your dorm
shower
delete the message.
you didn’t do anything last night.
you have a new hoodie.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
i don’t know his last name.
or anything, really.
we both whispered,
don’t be a serial killer,
don’t be a lunatic.
it was sort of beautiful.
strangely poetic.
my hair still smells like him,
and he’s given me a gift,
a quiet relief:
she’s no longer
the last person i kissed.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
sleep-heavy eyes, my hand reaches for you
then flinches – you’re nowhere in view.
the imagined shape only a breath ago
fled like a bandit
into dawn’s dissolving glow.
now my waking mind falters,
disappointment finds the door
through which you chose to leave –
once more.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
velvet-soft touch,
a rainbow sunrise,
naïve smiles
reflected in your eyes.
caribbean lightning,
words written in sand,
goosebumps rising
up my arm, down my hands.
tropical jungle,
a caressing breeze,
sun-kissed freckles
spilling over me.
sweat-drenched longing,
a turquoise bay,
your quiet glance
burning like fate.
scorching sunlight,
hunger in flames,
a mariachi chorus
dancing 'round the blaze.
spanish murmurs —
'vamos al bar',
your family waits
with mezcal in a jar.
bare feet wandering,
a crimson sky,
the sea kisses shells
the tide leaves behind.
seductive darkness,
a star-scattered dome,
the high-risen moon
spins legends of home.
a gentle touch,
chestnut-brown eyes,
beneath the palms,
desire comes alive.
laughing gulls,
a tide that won’t part —
and in this sand
i bury my heart.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
It was cold. Outside and in it was cold! You know it would be warm where ever you brought me. I knew too. Two lost hearts walking with out holding hands. That would come later and one heart would find salvation. Cobblestone and brick the color of blood basking in our desired misery. My desired misery that you remedied one time, one night. I would give that back now if I could. It is better to be alone and loved than unwanted and discarded. It is better to be alone and loved, than unwanted and alone. Like a carrot on a stick, tease, all of it. I would give that all back to you my friend. All of it, I no longer feel my heart flutter with your name, I feel my stomach tie and growl. I do not want your life in mine. Not this way, not at all, poor thing, old love. I might live less but my soul is ok. Its a new year, I will breathe until I can not and I will sing.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
in the morning, i will feign ignorance,
pretending to be fast asleep and unaware
as you pull on your shirt and socks
we should have been theater concentrators, like,
if we never talk about it, it just never happened
you're just so nonchalant, and i'm just melodramatic
and i'm never satisfied unless it's something tragically comic
so tonight, let's pretend to be enemies, let's become lovers,
let's drown in shared regrets, get too familiar with each other
after all, tomorrow, when we wake, it'll all be over
your missing friends and my crushing hangover
will, once again, inevitably, reduce us to strangers
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:10 AM UTC
Is it love or something more than ***
Every time we **** your moans make me obsessed
You’re so fine and I am just a mess
God **** I think I’m in over my head
Mood swings and 9 missed calls
I can hear your voice right inside my walls
She turns heads everywhere she walks,
But she doesn’t have time to even talk
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
A girl and a boy
Higher than the moon
Talking all night in a neon room
Trading secrets, dropping disguises
The ****** tension between them rises
As his hand races up and down her thighs
She stares at him with big **** me eyes
They agreed on no strings or aftermath feelings
Just some fun *** without meaning
Grinding hips with moaning lips
Body sweat drips whilst they get their fix
Hair pulling, back scratching
They only share a kiss when they’re finishing
But the next day, she’ll leave
Putting it behind her after a few drinks
But he, he’ll put his pen to paper and think
About making her the next subject of his poetry
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
The wrong, as always, was the right for us,
tainted trust stained with the blood
of our previous victims;
those whims of wondering what loving touch could feel like.
It burnt us, softened us to smoke,
that floated quiet out the door before dawn could break the news
and break the illusion.
We were loners,
Devoted to laying the stones of our own path,
Never held back tangles of commitment.
Without them we were untethered dreams
that broke into reality and made ourselves the monarchs
of our lowley, lonely kingdoms.
Look what those whims
have done to our crowns;
Rusty and bent they fall hapless
on our heads as we stand before
crowds of shadows cast by our egos.
There are no romances, no capes,
Princes or heroes in this land of the leftovers.
Only us
The wrong adorned as right
The deniers of the light of love
(That weakness of giving in and giving all).
How cold it all becomes when our dreams are big
but hearts are empty.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
I have been drinking with this girl all night
Admiring the beauty in her eyes
I asked “are you lonesome tonight?
If so, wanna come back to mine?”
She smiled, finished her drink and said “alright”
Now we’re back at mine
Drinking endless glasses of wine
As we continue ******** about our lives
She goes on about her ex and how he lied
I put on a vinyl to smoothen out the vibes
She says “I love this one, we must dance”
She then jumps up and takes my hand
As we dance
Looking into each other’s eyes
She gives me a kiss and bites my lip
Making me sigh
I spin her around to hold her from behind
Kissing her neck whilst she runs her fingers through my hair
I kiss behind her ear and whisper
“Should we go to bed?”
She turns around, pins me down and said
“Let’s **** to Joy Division instead”
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
Dewdrops glisten down my spine,
Doorways creak
Closed fast behind.
All I can think is,
God,
What a waste of time
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Collapse on to me, receive your love,
but you’re not the girl I’m thinking of.
Hearts beating fast, you’re a tough act to follow,
I’m sorry if this is too hard to swallow.
But I can picture her, where you now lie,
Even as hard as I may try,
I picture her where you now stand,
I’m sure you know this wasn’t planned.
I’m putting your body in place of her own,
Because I’m terrified of feeling alone.
I miss her warmth, the sound of her moaning,
It’s for her flesh my soul is groaning.
And so with you, I’ll fill the gaps,
I’ll play all my cards, I’ll set all my traps,
I’ll get you to love me, and take over your mind,
You know my type, the manipulative kind.
And when she comes back, as she always does,
I’ll shower her with all my love.
You’ll be just a memory, a few grains of sand,
Because you were just a one-night stand.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
Numb, Intoxicated, Lost
in that risky playful night
Words you said were from the heart
no, it was from your mind
Unexpected, Mind-blurred, Lost
in that VIP sofa seat
with all our heart
brushed your lips against mine
Single night, Single heart, Single mind
his words fell into my lost heart
I still remember how it felt
should have first doubted it
I’m the heart,
he’s the mind
I lost,
but he never won
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
I have a gated community
but I don't have a community
I only have company
I can't be alone in my bed
then I'll be left alone in my head
and this is why my "friends" run from me
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
lost souls don't end up in asphodel meadows, honey —
they end up in your apartment;
a messy, poorly-lit place.
or so i did.
our systems filled
with nicotine and other bad ideas
i will for sure regret.
well, truth be told,
you're mine to regret.
well truth be told,
you're not.
but there we were,
flung in a den of frenzied kisses —
skin next to a black hole,
a black hole next to a skin
guess we'll never know which is who.
but tonight break me —
we both know this isn't your
watching-sunset-and-gazing-at-stars
type of love.
so tonight stain me,
and i'll call it a pseudo-romance, darling
and maybe after,
we can smoke cigarettes
or watch the city fall asleep
or stare at each other's empty eyes;
maybe somehow that's more of our style
darling, than staring at the sunrise is.
but at this moment i know,
in this poorly-lit place,
dripping roofs,
***** sinks,
that i will waste my words writing
beautiful poetry for you,
even if i'm not that beautiful myself.
even if you're not that beautiful yourself.
even if we're not that beautiful ourselves.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
she drinks in his kisses like sips of liquor
more potent than the champagne he pours into her mouth
bubbles rising within her
her vision dips
he gives another sip
her gaze drops
like ***** on the rocks
he's in his feelings now
his temper flares
her wrists are bare
the game goes on
the dance gets sloppier
as the floor gives way
they fall through to the mattress
his arms around her
anger fuels passion from long ago
pulsing his blood
the lights are low and red
there's a heat in the night that burns
there is no more dancing
the steps have turned to caresses
drunk on romance
she breaks the lock on her pants
and by morning she is alone with her hangover
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
I have washed my sheets hundreds of times
All in an effort to purge the memory of you
Your scent permeating my clothing
As thou you were the one inhabiting them
There is no sense in trying to get rid of you
My body has molded itself into your submissive
I have become so accustomed to your touch
Addicted to the sensation
Needing a fix, we both seek a night of sin
You have infiltrated my mind
Reading my thoughts
Manipulating me
Saying all the things you know I want to hear
Body stained with the blood of my lips
You stare down at me
I have once again been fooled by those eyes
Glowing with lust
I am swallowed whole by your insatiable desire for me
In my compliant nature, I kneel at your feet
Following ever command you utter
My body broken from the chains you’ve placed on me
I belong to you, property for you to tend to
But that night meant nothing to you
Those words you spoke, were all in an effort to exploit my vulnerability
I neglectfully admit that it worked
You have me, once again, at your service
It would be wise of me to end this already
For the sake of my own sanity and dignity
Consumed by your charm, but deterred by our past
I am drawn in
The alcohol rushing through my veins and the music radiating through my body
Nothing mattered in the moment, but now,
I am the fool who slept with you
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Your thirst
Now quenched,
Fuels the fire
Of my regret,
A post-coital paradox.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC