new poems....
To Which The Answers Were No:
Didn't you want to know
what it felt like
to fuck the pure white ghost of heaven?
Didn't you want that?
Didn't you like those oohs and aahs we made
that came from the very center of our beings,
when the slight but sure raking of your fingertips,
the firm clutching with palm contact
made both our bodies peal with satisfaction-
And that tumultuous child, that two-headed beast
was so intense,
radiating from my chest and solar plexus?
We were both there, I know,
because the fear kicked in, afterwards
and we looked at eachother like
"what just happened?"
and you asked
and i told you,
Finally seeing that there was nothing I could do
to keep you from cheapening the experience in your mind,
I did it for you, as was my nature at the time...
But didn't you like that, that one time?
Didn't you want that again?
Guilt Trip No 359.598
Darling,
How do you feel
About
Being the reason why my face
Falls?
At the sight of you, I fold in like a paper cup,
the mere suggestion of german colors,
boston caps, or kelly green
make my proud carriage crumble,
and my horses turn to mice.
i need to stop reading anne rice. it's soo gooood, but the melodrama is infecting everything.
i'm going to chock it up to the fact that i haven't finished a poem in like, two years, okay?
you gotta be willing to write badly, right?
Didn't you want to know
what it felt like
to fuck the pure white ghost of heaven?
Didn't you want that?
Didn't you like those oohs and aahs we made
that came from the very center of our beings,
when the slight but sure raking of your fingertips,
the firm clutching with palm contact
made both our bodies peal with satisfaction-
And that tumultuous child, that two-headed beast
was so intense,
radiating from my chest and solar plexus?
We were both there, I know,
because the fear kicked in, afterwards
and we looked at eachother like
"what just happened?"
and you asked
and i told you,
Finally seeing that there was nothing I could do
to keep you from cheapening the experience in your mind,
I did it for you, as was my nature at the time...
But didn't you like that, that one time?
Didn't you want that again?
Guilt Trip No 359.598
Darling,
How do you feel
About
Being the reason why my face
Falls?
At the sight of you, I fold in like a paper cup,
the mere suggestion of german colors,
boston caps, or kelly green
make my proud carriage crumble,
and my horses turn to mice.
i need to stop reading anne rice. it's soo gooood, but the melodrama is infecting everything.
i'm going to chock it up to the fact that i haven't finished a poem in like, two years, okay?
you gotta be willing to write badly, right?