hands interlock
as hearts entwine
the way her body
fits with mine
no awkward moments
have we shared
our chemistry
beyond compare
a ring, a promise
I have made
because, you see
now we’re engaged

In a dim-lit room
words left unspoken
our lips are sealed
our hearts wide open
without a word
a lot is said
when we both share
this Queen sized bed

this cup she brought me tastes sublime
she knows just how to sweeten mine
this tiny detail might sound strange
but it can really make my day

that first impression, that first cup
reminds me that I'm truly loved
tomorrow seemed so far away
but that was only yesterday

my body is spent
but my mind's still reeling
why can't I shake
this sinking feeling?

Her hair as fresh
as ocean breeze
excites
as it awakens me

her piercing,
vivid,
sparkling eyes
soon have me stuck
I’m hypnotized

with supple, sweet
vanilla scent
and easy smile
she draws me in

and just like that
in seconds flat
the world just slips away

and all my worries
all my hurries
vanish in a haze

and ever since
that fateful day
we met,
she makes me feel
this way
a kind of love
I’m speaking of
‘s the kind that doesn’t fade

calloused digits
grip
the base
but you don't
quite
asphyxiate

your petals fragrant, drip with dew
I can't wait to devour you

A comment and a couple likes
is something, but it won’t suffice
there’s fruit down here, it’s free to take
but it’s too ripe to suit my tastes

this ain’t the place that I wanna be
at the bottom of this poet tree
as they all ripen, heavy fruits
come down and knock me for a loop

but still I sit, knots on my skull
can’t find a branch to get a hold
the bark’s too smooth to get a grip
so every time I try, I slip

a couple scrapes, some minor cuts
they sting, but I don’t give a ****
because the place I wanna be
is further up this poet tree

fat
until I lost some weight
now people fear I’ll waste away
too quiet
‘til I speak my mind
now they’re all ******,
wish I would die
wear too much black
wear pink one day
now everyone assumes I’m gay
work out an hour,
now I’m crazy
I take a break
now i’m too lazy
the truths I tell
become a lie
all people do is criticize
too meek
too weak
an ***
too crass
It doesn’t change
until I die
nobody will be satisfied

It shrinks
sometimes
It grows
from too much heat
or too much cold

sometimes
it’s hard
sometimes
it’s soft
sometimes
it wiggles
when I cough

sometimes
it’s new
sometimes
it’s old
sometimes
it’s shy
sometimes
it’s bold

don’t need a spare
but I have two
I don’t know what
they really do
I hate to say
I hate to mention
but sometimes they both crave attention
it’s not profound, or even trippy
I’m only talkin’ bout
my nippies

I’ve had this problem
since I was twelve
I never thought
that much of myself
you may not understand
a thing such as this
but life’s hard for a boy
when he thinks he’s got ****

he don’t sleep well at night
he dreads going to school
he stays out of the heat
and stays out of the pool
and it’s hard to find love
when he’s full of self-hate
and he can’t even tell
when he’s lost all that weight

when years later, he’s healthy
his memory sees
when he looks in the mirror
how he used to be
still he counts out the portions
he’s wasting away
though he’s 80 pounds lighter,
he still feels the same

I went down from 240
to 158
but i’m still that fat kid
that’s filled with self-hate
but I deal with it different
than I used to do
now i’m building lean muscle
at 172

I still have the same problem
I’m sick of this ****
when I look in the mirror
I’m still seeing ****
but I guess there’s not really
that much I can do
‘cos that kind of self-image
attaches to you