Grime Reaper
In the dark I pine for thee,
Father time…tick…tock….tick …tock.
greying hair, deepening wrinkles,
when shall it be our time?….when shall thyne eyes meet mine forever?
crooked limbs, plagued by regret, the reaper is near.
Thou has forgotten me!
The supple time of youth long gone….
I see now!…it will be in heaven you will be mine..then…
You will not be tied to duty, to chains of guilt…
Freedom will be in our grasp and only then….
will you fuck me like you kiss me.
Blossoming flex’s of light,
Soulful shades of misty grey.
I remember the timber of your voice moving,
vibrating through my heart.
A rumble of deep echo’s, ecstasy, pure and clean.
Stirrings that crumble resolve,
I hear you calling my name on clouds of cotton candy
for the soul.
Peaceful, so peaceful …..
I love you here.
Simmering Sapphic tensions
Petting pampered skin, lusting eyes search the waters with trepped
fingers,
You are a succulent catastrophe, never far away from my lips.
Whispers of open wide, wider, let me in….
Juices that flow, that drip on my tongue, lapping , never ending,
eyes closed… face so beautiful in the light , feather light deep into you.
Deeper yet, I touch your heart, sighing, breathing in the nectar, the
sweet scent of dark blues on red.
Plated to be served upon my tongue, surrender the heart, give up…..
The past doesn’t exist. Lips touch, lips lock…..
Embrace with hands that consume, wrap naked flesh upon naked flesh.
Pulse of the earth….. life ever ticking, ticking clock on the wall. tongue in
your mouth, wet warm rising , I see everything.
Somewhat perplext
The smell of rust, crumbled dreams
remains of a time gone,
plastered postcard, swallowing hard the past.
framed pussy, legs in the air, penetrating smell of love and sex
Hard fought space, hard fought kisses, hard fought love
battleground of acid taste, mostly visions of time, so much time
eyes locked, deep taste of lips, biting nipples, erect thoughts
capsulate the air hanging in space,
tomorrow repeats in smiling haze,
crumbled ideals, read in lust…..intense….light…..dark,
tomorrow repeats in laughter,
kaleidoscope of pain , anguish, slide into hope.
There is hope….always wishing for hope,
Remember eyes swimming in dark pools,
searching, searching, mirrors of need and suffering
lick ecstasy, dive deep, cradle the warmth,
safe, always home.
I am Sorry
I havnt written here for awhile. I write when you write.
That hasn’t changed….you have always been my muse.
I an sorry I hurt you.
I am sorry that my internal darkness, anger and dissatisfaction with life, hurt you.
I am sorry I couldn’t love you the way you wanted…the way I should have.
I am sorry I picked on you, belittled you…..bulled you. There are no excuses.
I saw this ugliness…this THING in my brother, my mother, father….
I don’t know why we love this way, we just did…so much anger…not enough love.
I don’t know why we were so broken… I am not proud of it. It makes me ashamed. With all the therapy
I’ve been through, I still cant seem to…. Get it right!
No matter what you may think, no matter how I treated you, no matter what I DID’NT say, or what I
should have said and done…. I did love you….deeply…with everything I had but…. I guess…. there are some
traumas, there are some events, there are some memories, there are some scars that never lessen…. that
define you.
I apologize for how I treated you even when I thought my needs weren’t being met, when I felt small and
weak. I should have talked more, lashed out less.
It’s good your moving on. It’s good you have someone in your life that is….kind. I’ve always aspired to
that and fell short….
I will still think about you now and again because you were, even in my darkest place, the woman who
reached me. Touched my tortured heart…. kissed the damage …never gave up… who gave so much.
If I had one request …..Please write your book! Such a great writer! I’ve told you that from the very
beginning and if you have it in your heart, please let me peak into your mind every now and again….leave
coming out crooked open?
I may not have what it takes to be what you need but to be perfectly honest, you have been my voice,
my mirror… To do better….to be better… and you were what I needed even If I didn’t know it.
I am Sorry
You cant go back
As much as I try, the past is a ghost and is always with me.
I tried to let it be…I tried to make peace with it but
to no avail.
It is unfair to you.
Unfair to me.
That realization did not come easily. I wanted you more than you know.
I wanted what could have been all those years ago.
To start anew….to start from now but the reality is, I wanted a fresh start with
no memories of the end.
That didn’t happen for me and I let you go again with no regret.
The book is closed now. I am at peace and I believe so are you.
Window Box
I remember a snapshot of my early twenties, when I would sit regularly to write
in the window that overlooked my towns lake.
It was an apartment that sat over a jewelry store downtown.
I found such profound peace in those moments.
Notebook in hand, joint in my mouth, and a smile in the crook of my face…..
So many abstract thoughts then, discovering who Alice was down in the rabbit hole….
I had hung my teddy bear from a light fixture in the Livingroom the night before
with a suicide note pined to his chest.
” I cant take it anymore, please save me!”, it said.
I was probably very high…. I laugh a little.
Smells of coffee, weed and last nights party hung in the air
I smiled alot then even when I was moody, sad, melancoly.
I remember that little apartment with
love…
acquaintances in and out, friends just stopped by, whenever
Danny lived across from me, sweet boy child that I adored
He would always make breakfast for us on Sundays,
We were usually hung over from drugs, booze and life.
They were the best of times and the worst of times…
We loved hard, party hard, fought hard and fucked hard.
I remember that morning Danny stepped into my apartment after I hung Teddy up,
“Is this after you had a conversation with the Tomatoes in the fridge last night?”, he asks.
I was sitting in my window box, writing another abstract poem and without looking up,
I said, “Ya…It didn’t go well”.
“Shit happens”….he left me a plate of bacon and eggs and leaves.
I stared out the window, notebook in my lap and thought…
I really need to clean this window.
Sugar in my Coffee
Did you truely let me go or did you put me in a nice safe box
so you could revisit at another time?
I know that I did that. I had to do that to survive, to move on.
You were my heart….always my heart. How could I not?
I had to move on.
I like to think this is a reboot….that in order to put the past behind, we need a clean slate.
There is no me without you, I guess that it has always been that way.
It doesn’t mean that I can not stand on my own because I can….you can.
My heart tho….has been free falling since I left.
I felt like a piece of string…no where to tether …..
coffee tastes bitter without sugar….
that life was less with out you.
Didnt know that till recently….
didn’t understand what was missing till now.
No matter what happens ….I know that my love for you is here and now.
Not a dream….not a bubble in my head…it is real…tangible.
Hopefully you feel the same….
You are home.
Click
Do I still remember to write words of love
Those lovely eyes ….
…….. Shall I speak of your lips?
I miss love and all her wonders.
…………I am a bit Jeckle and Hyde….trauma will do that to you.
…….aah her nipples excite me.
Need to leave….can’t handle that demon…you know the one….
………………………I have been dancing with you all my life.
……….the vampire… needs your sex….your pussy
I’ve expended all of myself into your wetness…..
…….need…it’s all need….I give you what I got …
Best part of me is when I lick your love …
When you give me all of you, with your legs wide open…..
Touch the floor with my feet and I hear the click…turn around and walk away.
………………………………Its what I know.
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