springtime

she was so fucking beautiful

that mother nature

bit her lip in envy
and had to look away
time stopped that spring day

private party

i take enormous delight
in the way her flesh burns beneath my fingertips
birthday candles
lit only to turn her skin to cinders
what a party
i like to skim the blanket covering her bones
her ivory arms
small of her back
volcanoes erupt in every pore
smoke
unseen to her
billows off each hair follicle
sending out messages
screaming incessantly
imploring me to stop this madness
that point where pleasure and pain intersect perfectly
leaves ghostly entrails spread across her body
smoky pleadings to stop
but not really
more like whispers
begging
"don't stop. please don't stop"
my fingers glide easily
her body arches into my smoldering  hands
melting beneath me
collateral damages paid in full
with fiery kisses
to seal the deal
hot and deliberate
now that's love

vertigo

i always imagined one day we would fly a kite together
it would carry us up on a draft
to that place we were always meant to be
but could never quite reach on our own
some day when you're not afraid of heights anymore
we'll do that
but for now
those scissors you carry in your pocket
hold me back
from buying string

the clothesline

her mouth vetted meaningless words
before unleashing them
all the coughing in the world
could not bring up that thing
stuck in her heart
mere thoughts of it loosening
brought tears to her eyes
already dripping
with a days worth of dirty laundry
eyelids now washboards
grated over her vision
inking out what little light
that still crept in
they closed heavily
clanking old prison doors
without keyholes
timeless rusty steel
thick as a hatchet's head
her tears whispered and scratched at the vermillion above her jaw
pounding in that dreadful salty way
until her skin was parchment
ready to be written upon
a tattooed and crumpled up mask
wrinkled furrows show the way down
as if gravity were not enough
to pull the weight of her disappointment to the wooden floor

i saw her disapproval at once
in that swagger
her lip curled
walking across her mouth
an arm piece with a pipe
between her thighs
so deft and ample
a swift kick to her ankle
would not knock it out of place
it's a miracle she could even smile
her backbone so heavy now
even a snowflake's weight would cause
a careening avalanche down her spine
scoliosis or not
no curves would bend far enough
to stop that speeding vulture
with ravenous hunger
it climbed up her sweaty back
clawing and licking
with just enough brevity to force her to her knees

cookie cutter kisses

my kisses are full of promises
i owe you's
and other delicate shit
so don't take them for granted
and never
for a moment
think that they were
crafted for anyone but you
they fit your mouth perfectly
that's not a mistake

mindful

random streams of thought with a few quotes thrown in.

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alphabet soup

galloping words across her tongue
pinch down making it hard to swallow
knots everywhere
knots and laces
tentacles of an octopus
encroach upon nightfall 
tied up butterfly wings
in the pit of her stomach
she does not like trembling
or blood upon her lip
those words fall back in her throat now
crumbling into tiny letters
trickling down to rest in a heap
beneath shaky steps
that visceral abyss does the rest
forcing her legs to gasp
walk forward
spit the words out
then wait for her to say yes.