My hand fits
in his hand print
in places
I never could
fathom his hands had been.
Paintings made of red
and blue-purple markings---
indigo tinted skin
all over your body.
You are a masterpiece with
Pieces left in shambles by your master---
I trace your memory in my mind
trying to put you together
again
but you always seem to fall apart
at the slightest touch
shortest glance---
This moment bothers me now and
was awkward then
you're hiding the mistakes
he made.
I'm paying
and patiently waiting
for you to come around
and lay with me with
our secrets spread
on these black and
red jersey knit sheets tucked under the corners of a
california queen
Forgive me if I pry,
or seem to be
concerned in the least---
just know
there is no harm in this realm
just solace in my arms
and silence in my mind
wish you gasped
from sheer enjoyment
not false pretense
I pray you don't feel him
breaking the skin---
even if for a moment.
I prefer not to enter on these terms
perhaps it's just me.
my hands fit
in his hand prints
in places
id like to be the last one in
places I'd like to fill the space in
hand prints I'd like to erase
and fractures i'd like to mend
My hands hold on
to resentment
not of my own experiences
how selfish of me to wear the pain
for you...
I pray you never find me
heavy handed.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Worthy
For all intents and purposes
Swallowing what those purple
Lips have to speak into my soul
Is indeed my pleasure
To slurp the remainder of an unfinished cadence
into rhythm and
boom kack that ass
double cut time internal external
slant rhyme
scheme
-ing on these hoes
with a toothpick and a smile
two twinkles in each eye
and a palmful of
'Worth your while'.
It'd be a pleasure
to feel the texture
of your morning harvest
blackberries
Grown in
digenous.
Sweeter than than sugar plums
on Christmas---
There is a trail...
Happy and pure and willing
to feed me
dugouts in humid lands
have to offer---
For all intents and purposes
i am inclined to follow
with a palm-ful of
'worth your while'.
Swallowing what those purple
Lips have to speak into my soul
Is indeed my pleasure
To slurp the remainder of an unfinished cadence
into rhythm and
boom kack that ass
double cut time internal external
slant rhyme
scheme
-ing on these hoes
with a toothpick and a smile
two twinkles in each eye
and a palmful of
'Worth your while'.
It'd be a pleasure
to feel the texture
of your morning harvest
blackberries
Grown in
digenous.
Sweeter than than sugar plums
on Christmas---
There is a trail...
Happy and pure and willing
to feed me
dugouts in humid lands
have to offer---
For all intents and purposes
i am inclined to follow
with a palm-ful of
'worth your while'.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Dangers I Know
I won't call you a ho' but
I will call you a lesson and
though it was your ass I was caressing
seemed to be under the impression it was your heart
you were handing
and parts of me can't help second guessing that
you knew what you were doing
part of me was just glad to give you affection
From the best of me and
to think you had no intentions of giving anything
except for time to pass---
You came and
I saw
You conquer everything from my mental being
I just knew I knew every fucking thing about fucking everything---
To lust,
You have one up on me
But I still know a little about Love.
I will call you a lesson and
though it was your ass I was caressing
seemed to be under the impression it was your heart
you were handing
and parts of me can't help second guessing that
you knew what you were doing
part of me was just glad to give you affection
From the best of me and
to think you had no intentions of giving anything
except for time to pass---
You came and
I saw
You conquer everything from my mental being
I just knew I knew every fucking thing about fucking everything---
To lust,
You have one up on me
But I still know a little about Love.
Untitled XXIII
My hands prey on you
Speaking to your knees
praying word gets sent on.
Not quite sure if it has something to do with
the lotion residue
left in the webbing
of my fingers
that lingered
long after the lotion was spread
everywhere
especially
in the creases between your thighs.
Perhaps this is just a means
to reunite part of my being
with the Motherland...
Because there are some things
I've yet to learn about her oceans
about her lands
that need to be crossed
to get deeper
If I can push aside...
everything fancy and
lace
and wonderfully well man made
I could get inside
of everything good and plenty and
My hand has a mind of it's own
Perhaps
You could teach it a few lessons.
Speaking to your knees
praying word gets sent on.
Not quite sure if it has something to do with
the lotion residue
left in the webbing
of my fingers
that lingered
long after the lotion was spread
everywhere
especially
in the creases between your thighs.
Perhaps this is just a means
to reunite part of my being
with the Motherland...
Because there are some things
I've yet to learn about her oceans
about her lands
that need to be crossed
to get deeper
If I can push aside...
everything fancy and
lace
and wonderfully well man made
I could get inside
of everything good and plenty and
My hand has a mind of it's own
Perhaps
You could teach it a few lessons.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Scrumptious
You always were my favorite
flavor.
Even before I tasted you,
I had a taste for you.
Something worthy
of a savor.
flavor.
Even before I tasted you,
I had a taste for you.
Something worthy
of a savor.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Proud
Hold your breath
Love, hold out on me
A little longer
Than what you were known for
Just give me little kisses
of sweet and sour
mixed signals
with your hand
down my pants at red lights
in the middle of traffic why not
hold on to me a little longer?
Fuck a goodbye nut
Hold your breath one second longer than you think you can
and I'll be there to bring you into euphoria
I miss you
when you cum.
I miss you when you're not trembling
seismic quakes running through your body's hemisphere
below the waist
Now love,
pure and true
this is what they told me would happen when I got into you
And now I'm knee deep
Heartbeat
into you...
And you wanna lose your rhythm and shit?
Dear love let's not go back to cheap dates---
Veggie burgers on the corner
with veggie cheese
and veggie mayonnaise Love
Don't make me take the guilt
just to suck it up and say Love,
I'm sorry.
Because I don't know why---
Why Love,
I miss you.
I just miss you and
even if I can't hear your moan anymore
I'll have the pleasure of recalling the memory of once upon a time
many years from now
many years ago
making you cum.
I just want a reason to call,
Love...
Cause I know you've got your hands full
of pride.
Love, hold out on me
A little longer
Than what you were known for
Just give me little kisses
of sweet and sour
mixed signals
with your hand
down my pants at red lights
in the middle of traffic why not
hold on to me a little longer?
Fuck a goodbye nut
Hold your breath one second longer than you think you can
and I'll be there to bring you into euphoria
I miss you
when you cum.
I miss you when you're not trembling
seismic quakes running through your body's hemisphere
below the waist
Now love,
pure and true
this is what they told me would happen when I got into you
And now I'm knee deep
Heartbeat
into you...
And you wanna lose your rhythm and shit?
Dear love let's not go back to cheap dates---
Veggie burgers on the corner
with veggie cheese
and veggie mayonnaise Love
Don't make me take the guilt
just to suck it up and say Love,
I'm sorry.
Because I don't know why---
Why Love,
I miss you.
I just miss you and
even if I can't hear your moan anymore
I'll have the pleasure of recalling the memory of once upon a time
many years from now
many years ago
making you cum.
I just want a reason to call,
Love...
Cause I know you've got your hands full
of pride.
Closing Remarks
Let this cut loose any assumed constraints
and serve primary purposeto
reinforce my mere adoration for you Miss
Just in case I leave this Earth
too soon.
I'd give you my last bite of food
and my last sip too.
Flew from my ocean to yours
Now,
what makes you think
I wouldn't go to the moon?
This is merely a fragmented statment
from my heart.
Just promise that the love will hold things together
If the "I" and "you" ever seem to want to
fall a part.
and serve primary purposeto
reinforce my mere adoration for you Miss
Just in case I leave this Earth
too soon.
I'd give you my last bite of food
and my last sip too.
Flew from my ocean to yours
Now,
what makes you think
I wouldn't go to the moon?
This is merely a fragmented statment
from my heart.
Just promise that the love will hold things together
If the "I" and "you" ever seem to want to
fall a part.
Where Hearbeats Become Faint
Uprooting shall begin
shortly
in hopes of detaching
what has grown artificially
within something
that never existed.
Perplexed as to why there are no regrets;
Current phrase stuck on repeat:
"Ain't and this shit about a bitch?"
shortly
in hopes of detaching
what has grown artificially
within something
that never existed.
Perplexed as to why there are no regrets;
Current phrase stuck on repeat:
"Ain't and this shit about a bitch?"
Untitled XXI
I worship the ground you walk on
so much
I'd pick up your footsteps
and hand them back to you
just because they're too
deep for this
Earth
so much
I'd pick up your footsteps
and hand them back to you
just because they're too
deep for this
Earth
The Cutoff: Recant
There is no sound
louder than the silence
of the void
when you want to hear
"I love you"
This is still delicate
all of its entanglements
still very much so intricate
this is "different"
Infinitely definite
The termination fee for a contract you cut short
louder than the silence
of the void
when you want to hear
"I love you"
This is still delicate
all of its entanglements
still very much so intricate
this is "different"
Infinitely definite
The termination fee for a contract you cut short
PST:EST Daydream
We played
house
and doctor
and
cops and robbers.
I held the club stick.
You wore the handcuffs.
Arrested hearts in
bicoastal waters.
Float on that shit for a bit.
house
and doctor
and
cops and robbers.
I held the club stick.
You wore the handcuffs.
Arrested hearts in
bicoastal waters.
Float on that shit for a bit.
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