"nustle" poems
Black and gray *** leaf tube socks
are stretched up to his kneecaps.
They cover the rugged
saw-like shin bones that nustle themselves underneath a layer of soft, pale skin.
Beige khaki shorts, tethered and worn.
A rip in the left pocket, a hole in the back;
Cigarrettes and a ***** empty, leather wallet reside in the other two.
A hint of a minty, floral perfume, emanating from the cotton fibers of his tattered, black, t-shirt, remind him of the long, arduous night that had past.
Clouded and confused, liqour infested, and hardly satisfied. He stumbles through the morning dew covered grass, etching a new path home.
He feels no regret, no remorse. Only an uninhabited, nugatory self.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
I opened up the shell
I found you as my pearl
At first I was in shock
But I belong as your girl
I catch myself wakin up
In the rays of the sun
Cuddling my face
Warming my messy bun
The rays provide light
I can now see
I belong as your girl
And you belong to me
I nustle my face
Right where it fits best
You know the spot
Right between ur shoulder and chest
As I let the heaviness of the dark
Close my eyes
I take in your scent
To only be memorized
I think about the ocean
How it refuses to stop kissing the shore
It makes me think of you
Officially concluding, I love you but more
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
All of the men I've met
Have wanted to know me
From the bottom up
They start at the toes
Treading lightly
Tipping towards in a dance
That is beginning to feel like ritual
After they pass the achiles
The speed increases
Only swiftly caressing
My cut out calves
It seems they think I might slice them
Then there are the thighs
Here they rest and gain reassurance
They burrow as if they will stay for winter
They start to cautiously creep towards
The cozy meeting place
And then they ******
Suddenly I am full
A capacity I have been yearning
A community event I am hosting
The buzzing around, the coming
The, I'm coming
Then, the going.
All of the men I've met
Have only ever met me half way
They never nustle into my stomach
Or hustle and then halt inside my heart
They do not begin to beckon
All that is living in my brain
(Meaning all of me that is living)
They do not synchronize with my breathing
They do not braid their hair into mine
They leave me slick
They slide away in efforts i can't match
My muscles strain
They climb and reach a shallow peak
And then refrain
All of the men I've met
Well, they've left me feeling plain.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
She dances and screams
With wild colors adorning her
Blood reds,
and royal purples
Her long hair falls across her back
and swings freely,
with every move she makes
Her big heart is open to all
It's like a neon sign that reads,
"Open for business"
It's humming is alluring,
and contagious
It always beckons them forward
She let's them climb in,
one after another
They feast on her love,
and stay beneath her breast,
sheltered from the storm
Some will nustle up into her,
and clean up before they go
Others may lay waste and tear her apart
But there she will stay
Still standing
Still loving
Still strong
She remains unafraid
Nothing can harden her heart.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC