silver
(your eyes
are) when i
softly speaking
touch
(and then mine open and
gold
more precious
but
not what we
had before

•••

a rare moment it
is
when we(and by that I
mean you and me
)see the same thing
but
oftentimes it is
apparent that
we see (eye
to
here and eye
there)

•••

voice
bright as death
sharp and hot
did I(she)
say I(she)
loved you?
I think not

•••

would it be
wrong
to ask for a moment of your (so precious)
time?
just a moment or two
i would like to look
(beneath the smile
and see what it is
that makes others
more meaningful
i do not want your body
that prize (given to so many
it's)worth is not the temptation
i fear
but your mind
where all souls dwell restlessly

could be an interesting place to be
i think i shall

•••

i never noticed
when i was staring(and trying to be so cool
about staring)
that your fingers are claws
not until
i asked you to touch me
my mistake

•••

there is a question
it trips;[though walk I can, flying is another matter entirely]
on my tongue
so you leave
which is better
since you wouldn't touch me
anyway

•••

words
are meant to be read
by anyone with eyes
but shared
only by those
with souls

•••

come closer,lover
with you all the way over there
how ever shall we

•••

i hate your fingers
when they are touching someone else's (why?) skin
desire never wanted you more than
when i call out for you
when you are (happily)buried inside another body's
(free)oblivion
whore, but
i want you anyway

•••

terrible stickiness this
mind.is
all screaming(madly because/this
silence slices through and then [
although saying I'd not rather
than]

open, naked and crouching below;
)
but much better-when overwarm
slickness a body is comes
breathless into another (silence blessed us )
gliding with the least sum of all that
trapped in glue before
oiled words far better than the sharp ones of
cognition
meaningless but
for their
purpose

[pushing harder and please forget what I asked for when
I was calm since now I want ( all of you]
inside me)
and the salt of lust has no compare;
not when the tang of (something far
more solid and invisible
has called out
want(need)[now]
almost touch-me
softly,lover

•••

i think maybe i
should leave;my
being(here in the first
)place was a
mistake:my
continued presence
makes this
awkward for us
both,so
i'll be on my way

•••

for this
i gave up solitude
and as such
disappointment
is not so welcome a
thing

•••

true love:
is never requited
hates your happiness
does not suffer fools gladly
cares not one whit for your suffering
leaves you naked and screaming in pain
tells you that you are worth wanting
knows the measure of your soul
and blinds you with beauty
until all you want is:
true love

•••

i was looking back one
day(another of my selves is perched on
my left shoulderblade)and
missed you as you waved
farewell

and for the longest
time i was;angry
with you
until
i realized that
the fault was mine

in the aftermath
i am simply
saddened(wine-
tinged regret is red)

•••

it is[late but that
has never]bothered( you)
to
[touching the night-sky
takes only an outstretched]
and seeking
was never so (
your smirk screams;why not?)

•••

tried(trying)
twisted-inside-like
ribbons(lead)of
stretched[twisting
astride this]taut
momen(now)tous waiting
for-this-now-
waiting is
and(i)am
[though you(not)(are)]
here/but
there is where
twisting i lay;twined without
anchored:by
flawed leadingwrapped
on glass(bloody)
tested(tensile
we )not
a broken
i

•••

falling is
tasting the sun (caught
in the amber of
a moment's notice)
on the tongue of
a stranger;needing
no further introduction
than mere presence and
opportunity knocks
here

•••

if you were
to touch all the
places your thoughts have
been;we'd be
here for
hours

•••

a someone(sharpened-voice familar for its
honed edge) wishes we
were more like
one less:us
silvery words leaving exacting
losses after;
and thus we
(walking)hobble(wounded)stagger
always taking
care that our precious-bleeding
limbs dare not
(in moments of hurry)
brush those of the
blessedly whole and
confident

•••

straining at the
)metal biting into flesh and
the dream of someone else's
tearing the same way drives
:back held forwards driving
everpresent waiting but
never let go:the first
tasting of(otherone's loss is selfsame's gain
smiling addict
blissful

•••

There is no part of you(offered as
a feast for my fingertips)
that I do not
adore although that patch of skin[you know the one]low on
your hip entices
me most curiously;no less golden
than you entire,but
somehow more so made for my
tongue

•••

it is all
well(actually it isn't) and
(or, but i forgot to keep score(
good for you to
love this))image;parsed
and parted.but
the rest(most, to be truthful
)of me is
lonely

•••

is it wrong
(maladaptive:interfering with the
monotonous pitterpatterplodding of
this olive-drab existence( to
envy anything that distracts
you from distracting
me from this
pitter
patter
plodding

•••

y en mis sueños
hay voces de te quiero me quieres
solamente en el gris de mis sueños

•••

i find your person excreble
but who am i to talk?
just last week i
casually eviscerated this anonymous passer-by
becuase she was there
conveniently located
and what does that make me?
that this person was
me
makes no difference.

•••

talked(words on a string)over the
(lost my tape measure; thus
an estimate only this is)
course (masterclass,perhaps)of an
instant(gratification) or two(paired)
but(oops) after(footsteps fading echoes)
came(heavy with unfruited potential)the
realization(electric shock:):that
we(i and this other,you)weren't
speaking(sounds in a peculiar order)the same(paired)
language(pictures we don't have to guess at)at
all

•••

i've put a box
next to the door
it holds all my affections

as usual
you are more than
welcome to them

but i figured since
you consider them a commodity
that I should too

so take all you want and come back
for more whenever you like
just don't forget the deposit

if i'm going to
be treated like a whore
i want to be paid

•••

i think that where we are:heresliding down until you're on top again
your hand just-so,discarding armor like paper tigers chewing skin-show receiptsright-there,skin
saying you likelove but who's parsing at a time like this?me inside you
this might be the bestor more superlative,my voice is fleeing[better even than
when i held yousalted by my sweat and your needing iton my tongue and made you
choose]you chose well and all involved reaped well from itwe'll ever be[would you disagree?could
youi want youevendoubtful;you can't choose between blood and chocolatechoose a single-moment when we
were purer?:)forget i said anything and neverthis thrust-and-glide isn't
what I cameagainhere forfour? or was it five?not that i
am complainingsweetest complaints are darkjust saying
we excel at thisour skin converses better
than our voicesexcept how you gasp when i
i didn't say stopoh nevermind

•••

common sense dictates[its voice stern with
disapproval]that my attention be turned[on its axis,slow
as a planet but without a change of season]from
fruitless[by choice]pursuits[here the truth sits;a pursuit involves
the quarry running,even when the predator has a death of a different
sort in mind]and focus[lens zooming in and out wildy]
on some[any]thing that
loves me back

•••