aLONe

Oh, my Anger has got the Best of me.
My style has come and Gone,
I walked Alone tonight,
Wondering.

Messages sent,
Nothing.

Are you lonely?
Are you alone?

You may think...
but it it is not what I think.

You are Sad....
You are Alone...
You are fucking...
You are Gone?

The Hand on my Skin is not Yours,
the ruffle on my break is not not wet,
the stabbing ache in my Heart wonders,
the blessed Soul of my Lust breaks.

You do not know me,
until you try to understand me.

Your understanding of your Past has led you to
now
Your understanding of a Woman has led you to find a Man to make you Whole.
Wonder what it's like?
Me too.

I miss the Break,
I miss the Late,
I miss the End,
I miss the Start.

Wonder where you are tonight?

Its been 32 days today since we met Last.
Are you Hungry?
Are you Thirsty?

Were you only intrigued because you thought you could not have Me?

You still can't.
That moment was just a moment.

Do we have more to offer?
Are you Alone in your thoughts of Her,
wondering?
Does your tyrant ache to be released
of the pressure built by utter ignorance?
Does your Heart break?

Are you Alone tonight?

Mine does,
this Heart.
This mind.

Where did the ignorance go wrong,
pity....

Step out of your Spotlight
Welcome to Reality.

We are waiting for you,

Wake Up,
Sir.

Welcome.......

WANDERLUST

It's another gray Sunday
and you have left me raw,
exhausted,
and to full.

My feet itch.

I'm looking at my book of places and all I want to do is go.
Each page I flip
is a place I haven't been to yet,
a sight that hasn't filled my eyes
with contented wonder and awe yet,
a scent that hasn't teased and tantalized my pheromones yet.

I want to lay my hands all over this Earth.

I want
to stare down the vistas of Central America
as she trembles under my lecherous gaze.

I want to trace my fingertips around the faded
thousand-year old alphabets on ancient Libyan desert cave walls,
then gently press my parted lips to every last freckle
in the mosaic-tired floors of Morocco.

I want to lick that addictive sweet nectar
from Khanpur's poppy-petaled valley,
pleasure every last glacier
as they melt beneath my tongue.

I want to tongue the scars of Machu Picchu,
dirty dance with Venezuela,
sit on Cannon Mountain's great stone face,
caress the swollen aching hills of Scotland,
and clamp my teeth down hard at their tip,
strip Southeast Asia down
and walk her stretch marks around China,
erected brick by brick from the labors of her body.

I want to keep Paris and London and Berlin
and Istanbul and Rio de Janeiro up all night.

I want to learn Greek-
alpha and omega and crazy eights-
and spell it out with my hips on Athen's tip.

I want to float on Indian Ocean's buoyancy
as he yanks my hair through his currents
and thrust his salty fluids down my open throat.

And finally,
to climb and pant and force my way to release
at Nepal's peak where together we stretch our bodies,
rigid and tense, as close to Nirvana
as they'll reach.

But
I'm still here,
sitting on my couch,
my book of places dog-eared and coffee-stained in my lap.

And there's something about you
that tells me to stay in this place,

It's the way sometimes I want to inhale you,
like that exhausted sticky aroma
of another country
that comes from my suitcase
only after I've returned Home.

You are as close to Nirvana as I'll get....

REDEMPTION

Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life.

There in the distance, loosing its greatest pride.

Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred. Why?

Where did the bow break?

It happened before your time.

There were people there, lovely as you’ve ever been.

Tonight.

Baby you can start again.

Laughing in the open air; have yourself another dream.

Tonight.

We can start again.

Only the young can break away, break away.

Lost when the wind blow; on your own

Mother its cold here. Father thy will be done.

Thunder and lightening crashing down.

They got me on the run, direct me to the sun.

Redemption keeps my covers clean tonight.

 

The sun will shine again.

Are you looking for a sign?

Or are you caught up in the light?

Hahahahaha.

Hahahahaha.

Only the young can…

Lost when the wind blow…

My Revenge

Sir, Sir,

We're finally alone.

And you've got it Coming.

I want to get these hands dirty,

this skin covered in sweat.

I want to feel you rigid and stiff beneath me.

I've been waiting for this Moment

ever since I saw the way

you made her stain porcelain

with that last kiss goodbye.

I can't promise I'll be good.

You have to admit

we're incompatible in a lot of ways.

Like for example,

your hair is thinning

and I haven't got all mine yet.

I can't help but giggle

as you stare me down from my bedroom door,

that handsome, fatherly

look in your eyes.

"Get over here, daddy!

You said you had a lesson to teach me,

at least if I promised to call you that."

Don't you want

to get me out of this dress that is two sizes too small?

It squeezes and lumps everything

into tight little ripe bumps.

This girl has been cruising,

and there's nothing like a father figure

to give her the bruising she deserves.

I know

you've been waiting for this for a Long time.

So have I.

I could tell how you looked right through

my mother, the bride.

When I saw the way you inhaled

the ink

right off the pages of my Diary.

When I caught you,

your tongue quivering as it ran down the binding.

I knew you were mine.

Cover over here.

I'll let you suck on my perfect Red lacquered big toe,

run your hairy paws along my inner thighs.

I promise

I won't even flinch when you whisper in my ear

and send long drops of spittle down my neck.

Come closer, Sir.

I only want to smell the sweat on your Breath,

twist tiny hands in your hair.

You see, I am a compassionate woman.

so I'll allow you the pleasure of my scent

as I wrap my pale thighs round your fragile neck

and suffocate every last plea for life right out of you.

Now the old woman can stop clawing at her Grave.

Predicting the Future

VOLUPTUARIES

In the Morning I linger
long enough for us to feed our intemperate bodies, again,
too long for a shower before work.

I ride half an inch off my bike seat,
giggle like a proud teenager,
while the wasps you've left inside my jeans
engrave your mid-day bristles down my sticky thighs.

You call me
after I've washed
voice cracking with pluck,
to make sure you haven't left me
too sore.

I balk,
scoff,
prod you,
tell you
not a goddamn chance.
I don't recognize myself
clean and dry anymore.

I take you down a little
and you step right up to the Challenge.

The Hunt

I've wanted you

ever since you took me between your feral hands.

I was five years old when you pressed my Face to the dirt.

You showed me a microscope world

only sensed by the tips of antennae.

A history that, every day,

I crushed unknowingly beneath my feet.

I've been tracking you ever since.

When I was too young to know better,

I would lay traps at the bottoms of glass bottles,

bait you with chalky white pills,

apply thick layers of war paint,

and draw my own blood,

hoping you were at least attracted to the scent.

I followed your lamp light between the trees,

even though everyone warned me

you were too dangerous to follow.

I've hunted you

until you folded pliantly beneath my hands,

fell panting at my feet,

cut my open wounds wider than anyone Else's

so they'd be that much more deserving

of your rough tongue.

Yet, I am still lost amongst the

wreckage of sleepless nights.

My finger cramps are a full page

and no story.

You taught  me that I am no seductress.

Not even mangled hands and knees ragged from worship

can entice you out of your Den.

I've seen you sleep in a stranger's bed like a royal pet.

You don't tremble when she holds you in her Arms.

Muse,

I never asked you to Love me,

just to lend me your body for awhile.

If i could finally catch you.

pluck one hair from your coat,

carry a single claw around my Neck,

steal one more salty drop to brighten my lips,

it would only be for a heady, drunken instant]

before you wilted against the infertile floor of my palm.

So lets make a bargain.

I'm not the begging type,

just don't leave.

Let your paw prints track clearly in the dust.

Don't let me catch you too easily.

A simple brush is enough to satiate;

up close, even the finest pelt loses its luster.

I will lie patiently, forever, at a safe distance

if you allow me an occasional look into those feral eyes.

Promise you'll come to me

on the front line of my dreams,

whisper secrets in my ear

before you laughingly shake me awake.

In exchange,

I'll wipe the jealousy from my cheeks,

learn to love you in stranger's Arms.

I'll give you the Vessel

to drag by the scruff between your teeth,

to run wild to the bone,

to keep you warm at night.

Le Temps Detruit Tout

Time is never on our side, baby.

So just before the sun breaks,

let's spin, counterclockwise.

With each turn we'll rob this World of angular momentum,

steal seconds back from the clock

to lengthen this night.

And when we fail to fight off sunrise-

because you know we will-

pull shut the Curtains defeated by morning light.

Turn night twitches into heavy caresses.

Coax open dewy buds.

Then fuck me till my knees crack

and you collapse on my sweaty back.

Now don't  move.

Though our bodies are pressed so perfectly,

chest to back, limb to limb,

there is still enough space between for cold air to creep in,

for its tireless breath to dry our sticky skin.

So stay.

Whisk these sticky doubts

away from between my shaking thighs.

Peel back a layer of my skin

so yours can take its place.

Stay inside me

until the untamed beat of my body

pushes you out.

It's always from beneath You,

right before my lungs collapse,

that I can see the way our roofs start to crumble,

watch chunks of it work their way

between every crevice

we find to hid in.

Somehow, when you go,

each minute drips on by.

I spend hours trying to tease out

what I have so neatly coiled into my chest,

whole days thirsty from the way

you pour me like child's play over your skin.

We see too clearly to stay this close.

From a wide angle,

oceans dry up, mountains erode,

and entire civilizations choke

beneath this unbroken rhythm.

What chance have we got?

So stay.

I may Never touch you,

but it would not be a wasted Life spent reaching...