Poetry

The Start of Desire

A smile
A knowing look
Lust awakened
Twirl my finger
In a lock of your hair
Guide you to me
Feel your rock hard exterior
Knees weaken
Flesh warms
Put your finger there
Can you feel me?
I’m ready
Our bodies
Flow together like water
A never ending stream
A never ending night

Poetry

Red Rivulets

Stepping into mud waters taking solace from the feel of sharp rocks piercing flesh

I momentarily forget that my soul bleeds

Red rivulets rise and slowly travel away to dissipate into nothing, pain forgotten

I hold my lustful heart under until it stills, drowning lust and hope

Poetry

Seasons

Ephemeral love
Slave to the changing seasons
Bloomed in spring
Manifested as a fiery summer
We sated our desires over and over
Defiled holy places
With naked bodies
You cooled with the falling leaves
My loins crave your warmth
My heart hungers for you
On this lone winter night

Poetry

Stranger

The mirror reflects
A stranger
Who is this woman
With the natural hair?
She has eyes like moonbeams
A smile that kills
Her neck is one
That should always be caressed
Those breasts aren’t so perky anymore
They still have some bounce, though
She’s ugly to me…

I wonder if I’m beautiful to her
Her identity escapes me
Maybe
We can help find each other
Those little girls we used to be

Poetry

I believe in fairies

I’ve waited all day
To taste you
Kiss me
Under the light of the full moon
I blush warmly in your arms
Despite the breeze
Desire grows
For a moment
I believe in
Myths
Magic
Love

Poetry

Purple

You color me red
Lust is palpable
Put your fingers in my mouth
I want a taste
You keep me high
I never want to come down
Pump yourself into my veins
I want to feel you in all of me

You color me blue
You won’t look at me
During…
Going through the motions…

While going through motions
You used to smile
Frenzied hate loving
I cry while I cum
Your eyes are vacant

Color me shades
I was going to leave
You’ve my arms pinned
Above my head
When you’re inside me
I forget everything
Press your face against my neck
While we climax together

I’m your ride or die, baby
But, you have to let me in
The way I let you in me
Wholly
I come up behind you
Pull you in close
While wisps of your hair
Blow in the wind
Wherever it takes you
I’m going, too

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