Sunday, February 6, 2011

Untitled XXV

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.

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'.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Night rise

There is morning harvested moonlit sunsets between those thighs.
by God sunshine,
rise.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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

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

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.