here we go, another round in the
boxing ring. you against me this time
goody for you, I think you may have won.
how dull, hum drum, just another woman
who loves you. set the doll aside, its
weeping eyes can put out a fire before
it combusts. I heard energy cannot be
destroyed, only transformed, and this
woman, too, like the fruit flies who pop
persistently in and out of existence from
nowhere. off to find another painful body
to experience, hopefully one a bit better
suited this time, or at least with some very fine
armour. one with white white teeth and some
plump, pink lips that you’d happily bleed
to be swallowed by.
after all you’re that kind of a guy.
I think that last punch wasn’t
even thrown by your good side.
save the worst for last, like someone
else I used to know. strike low blow
after low blow. hey, here’s some space
for you. I have miles of it, you couldn’t
find me with the Hubble telescope.
how’s this? can you feel me again?
can you taste this waning love on your
tongue like yesterday’s leftovers?
pack it up and don’t forget to toss
it in the trash after the fact cause
you never meant to bring it home in
the first place.
Tag: passion
song
In a silent room
a song
falls
from his tongue,
meets her bare skin.
Now they’re humming the same tune.
as it were
she’s aching
he’s on his best behaviour
they sleep in
sigh again
heat embrace
hands waist
foreign tongue
familiar taste
chance
your taste on my lips
glory brought to the extreme
find your way through me
skin
How would it feel? My
skin urgently against yours,
my breath through your lungs.
Statue
You see
it wasn’t like I
couldn’t breathe,
and it wasn’t like I had been
holding my breath.
I was a statue,
waiting when you walked by
and you were a tornado
tearing your way through me.
It was like
suddenly
in that fleeting moment,
life happened.
spun
exquisitely spun
amnesia taking over
I fall to the sky
bones
I miss the bruises
the sweet abandon of thought
vibration of bones
unravel
come now
and meet me for one of our
ferocious rendezvous
where we run wild through those
disheveled carnival grounds
we
just
might
unravel
suspend me and I’ll
hold you with consolidated ease
indomitable muscle
stockpiling some
cordial fallout
the intensity of
those rusty moments
in-between
fuels a dying flame
breaks through
monotonous thresholds
can you feel the unrelenting surge
coursing through? like a
symptom
an egregious lie
try to escape, try to
flee from me
and I’ll ravenously
barrel into you
until maybe
we
just
might
maybe
we’ll just have to
unravel