Poetry

Don’t Do

You haven’t called
I suppose no one does anymore
Do your thumbs not work?
I bet if you were here
They would do things I’d never imagined
It would be magic
I would be in ectasy
Your ego inflated
From my gaping mouth
And glazed gaze
But, you aren’t here

Your lips move
Your fingers don’t do
I write you poetry
Idle and don’t do
Waiting
Forgetting me
The drugs don’t work
I’m stupid
About everything and for you
Let’s forget
Pretend I never cared
Never wanted more
Lie

We’ll cherish the little moments
You smile for me
Pour me a drink
I play with your hair
We won’t speak the things our eyes say

Poetry

How kind Death is

Death stopped for her
Because she couldn’t stop for him
I stopped for you
So death stopped for me, too

Poetry

Harlequin

Another night
On the apartment steps
Florida breeze
Irish whiskey
What do I want?
I don’t know

There’s this black growth on the walls
I often wonder if it will kill me
While I sit here
Musing…

Arguing about love
With people who don’t understand it
It’s not instantaneous

Quell your need for gratification
I need your words
I need your mind
This pussy doesn’t open
For empty compliments
And flowers

Write me poetry
Open sesame
Is a myth

Who are you?
I’ve not the time to ponder this
While I think on who I am

Ah, you’re the Joker
Green haired
Always smiling
A broken psychopath
Trying to love me
I love myself just enough
To throw you in another vat of acid
Just barely…

I’d be a Harley, though
To one who is real
A badass bitch
With a hammer in her back pocket

I love that me
Can you?

Poetry

Eyes and Coasters Go Unused

On my table is a coaster
When it works
It makes the transporter sound
I love Star Trek
I want it to transport me somewhere
The batteries are dead

Beside it is my glass of whiskey
With a fresh squeezed lime
I should put it on the coaster
Maybe I’m a rebel
Maybe I don’t care

Behind those
Are the books I’ve started
Can’t finish
The bookworm who can’t read
Maybe science ruined me
Or fifty shades of bullshit
Who am I now
When I can’t take in the words?

I suppose
I’m now one who spews them
Poetry and fiction
That bring you to your knees
To orgasm

You lust and love
Cry and sympathize
With stories that are all to real

Or are they?

Will you ever know what things I carry?
Will I ever let you?

I’ve an eye patch on my right eye
The bad one
The ruined one
I see all that is from my good eye

I see ash falling from a black sky

Poetry

Mirror

You can’t look at me
I know you too well
You aren’t complicated, babe
No one is
Your fragile ego
Can’t handle the mirror
And I, I reflect it
Your agonizing cry
Pierces my heart
As you shatter your reflection
Can’t you see in the pieces
That I know
That I am broken, too?

Poetry

Resistance

Like
Love
Adoration
Ardor
I resist it all
I was broken once
Twice…
Three times…
Still a lady
Indulging in blind passion
No one who fuses with me
Ever wants to stay

Poetry

Black

Black skin on black sheets
I cocoon myself in them
Hidden now
Safe
I drift away
Imagining my back to you
Your hand on my thigh
Lips on my shoulder
Nose in my hair
In my dreams
You turn me around
I see your eyes
Remember your face
Fade into you
Fade into black
Wake up alone

Poetry

No Castles

No diamonds
Or expensive gifts
No castle
With rooms we won’t fill
Only
Me
You
A trailer by the river
Hold me
Make love to me until I cry
Moonlight glistening on tears

Poetry

Yellow, Part 2

For you
I wear a little yellow skirt
I shine
A baiting temptress
Slide your hand
Inside my golden aura
Up my leg
Until I whimper in anticipation

I say
“Make
Me
Shake”
Your
Eyes
Say
“Fuck”

Poetry

Unfiltered Desire

Time’s a wastin’
Vacillating out of fear
We’ve only imagined this night
Now my desire is sure
Don’t be gentle
Press me against the wall
Taste me
Slip between my legs
Fill me
Feel me
When I whimper in ectasy
Violently release
Turn me around
Look me in the eye
Take me again
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