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He stole all my words
The poems I wrote
on the back of my notebooks,
scratch papers,
yellow pads

Words meant to be hidden,
he found all of them.

A sly thief:
Stole my words and broke my heart---

The words I earned.
The words he lost.

But you.
You gave me my words back.
And left me tongue tied in the process.
A thank you note to someone who used to mean so much.
 Feb 2015 variantguy
Steele
You have a spark that blazes past my ice cold eyes,
you're the six on a weathered pair of bad decision dice.
You're the smoke in my lungs; my hip's friction's delight,
and you're where I want to be at the end of the night.

So pull me by my the clasps of my black leather coat,
past the bar, to the back, to the room that Aidan keeps aside.
Whisper in my ears, past the roar of alcohol and smoke,
these words that I've longed to hear for some time.

Say:
"You are the cherry on a cigarette; the blade of a knife.
You burn me and turn me to melting when you enter my sight";
I'll say:
"Your lips are my addiction, your *** is my television,
and your eyes are where I want to be at the end of the night."

Then we'll explore love and bad decisions on the table and the floor.
You'll pull me closer, bite my ear, and whisper. "Shut the door."
 Feb 2015 variantguy
Allison
you’re
impeding
a needing
for my touch
for I
clutch
to your hands
too much

tongue-tied
and terrified
that
my insecurities
will be
verified
by my
amplified
need
to
be
with
you
 Feb 2015 variantguy
Allison
your
rough fingers
linger
below
my trembling
lips

like a wasp
with a stinger
sends a
zinger
to my
hips

i want
to be
your
last
first kiss
 Feb 2015 variantguy
Allison
Pretty sure
I drank too much
At your funeral.
Snowflakes were
Falling softly
On your coffin.

Watched them
Etch your death
In roman numeral.
I etch them
Into my thighs
Too often.

With my
Whiskey breath
I learn to soften.
I sink with you.
6 feet deep,
Yet unforgotten.
 Feb 2015 variantguy
MP
winter
 Feb 2015 variantguy
MP
I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit

Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong

And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.

Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye

We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.
 Apr 2014 variantguy
Liam
my sweet boy is lost to me
or i am lost to him
as it once was
before together we were found
so shall we be
once again
found together
forever


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