#stockings
Can we begin again?
The clock is running down
10-year plan approaching completion
Another turn around the sun
Countdown has begun
Here's a dream, a wish, floated in the wind
Until it reaches you in a whisper
She nestled in her perch, overlooking the trees
Passers-by and aquatic rhythms of NYC
Candlelight glowing, radiating, ready to receive you
Silk stockings, black and white, perfectly see-through
And visible for only you to see
He comes to her, to celebrate and paint the town
With shades of love and romance
Leaving his perch in Dublin, traversing the sea
To finally see what's on the other side, where love resides
"We would first need to be in the same room together," he said, "in order to know."
Unless you have a freak flag hidden somewhere under that freshly-pressed shirt
We both know the world would stop spinning
The shift registered a permanent mark in the universal timeline
The time and space where love met
It's time to draw nearer, my love, burst through
And come face to face with the heart, hand, vision, passion
You've been holding within, a secret never whispered
Another life lived
Come to NYC to celebrate my turn around the sun
Move toward me, draw near, accept this love
Let's melt together and allow the world to shift
Say yes, book the flight, you're ready now
Lovesick and satisfied, seen and expressed, connected and expressing
Your truth, held and holding, want and wanting
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
Waste my time.
Distract me from the pain of other earthly things.
Raise my Hope from the dead.
Give it mouth to mouth,
Sloppily,
Spit-flying,
And So *****
Inflate its lungs.
Out & in, in & out.
Bruise its lips.
We all are just Living to die.
Right?
Take me to church--
Show me God, boy.
Bring me to my knees,
Make me sing his praises.
Shed your tears on my bare back while we break classroom desks apart.
Piece by piece,
You use me.
You shape me,
And Create me into yours.
Make me wear skirts with stockings.
Make me play nice.
Make me smile.
You know you want to.
Make me wear fishnets.
Make me tease you.
Make me want to please you.
I know I want to.
Let's play dress up for the night.
Let's Spider-Man climb the walls of our insecurities and broken hearts.
Let's bite each others shoulders,
Don't you wanna get primal with me?
Tell me I'm pretty.
Say it,
Say it,
Say it.
Be good and I'll reward you.
Be bad and I'll ignore you.
Make me feel all nasty.
Make me feel so graceful.
Make me feel so perfect.
Pedestal perfect.
Pedestal perfect.
Pedestal perfect.
Let's just pray I don't fall.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Dress up your depression
Stockings and lipstick
Dancing and music
No it's all scattered
A mess everywhere
Just keep shedding tears
Mask your pain
With ***** and ***
Clubs and latex
No you're too sheltered
Poor and locked away
Openly showing ugly shame
Take it as a specialty
Write pretty plays and poetry
Make meaning for your suffering
No you have no talent
Give up and sleep all day
end it all can't hide the pain
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
rich & sweaty
buried & turning
the algorithmic
sense in her *******
i nto music & smoke,
__________alive & crazy; but
. ______________ &
modern __________
like Jewish waves
written on the
plastic ground;
gett ing warm for free
she caught the bullet;
holding it in her . teeth
while the computer changed its
stockings;
the lady is an American
________ star
her red mouth .
rocking
the holy father while
he's . painting
heaven .
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
I'm the girl with a yellow mac
and red stockings.
When it's autumnal,
I kick the weathered leaves
and stand neath the boughs,
whispering to the impending season
i stand alone and need no one else.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC