3

Leaving

tell her
lost her
catch her breath

open eyes are ‘prisoned

death is waiting
and the cold comes
in the dim light
in the stark light

death is waiting
as she falls

so much wasted
kiss untasted

whats left is her looking

watching nothing
slipping
falling

disappearing
into
me

Ready

She’s quivering
skin shivering
a willing
slave to my whim
falling in love with the sin

butt kissed by the naked air
God painted in my stare
yearning to serve me
drowning desire unnerves me

a sacrifice to melt the ice
that burns through my soul
that causes me to bare my teeth
and fight to make her MY whore

the angel of my spirit
tearing open my chest
to get a look at her blessed
a perfumed blossom at rest

infected and addicted
to her beauty I’m drawn
crushing her petals in palms
lighting her incense with psalms

the salve of my salvation
are the tears that she’ll shed
anointing my bed
until my hunger is dead

my impotence deliberate
to exorcise pain
a double minded intent
meant to free us both from its reign

I’d eat her heart if I could
but have no taste for her blood
and won’t go anywhere near her
when color stains what I should

and I said, “Let me be the one to corrupt her”
knowing I could
but then she always had a taste for something else in the hood

and Common said, “I used to love her.”
and I know that he did
she’s got the stamp I got to look at if I ever want in...

ouch.

and so my second hand around the way
pays penance each night
her ass on fire with desire
as I spank her just right

and with muscles tightened
in anticipation she breathes
sucking the air for satisfaction
and the sting my hands bring

she’s moaning while I’m owning
what she willingly gives
as her fingertips claw the sheets
with each slap she forgives

lip bitten
thats my kitten purring
squirming with fever
burning with a yearning
til I come to relieve her...

Melon

Fruit

Bite

face first
nose drunk with the sweetness of apricots
teeth dreaming restlessly
dinner/dessert
drink of water
favorite pillow
bury me alive and I will be reborn
wearing her like my favorite pajamas
soft cashmere
warm flannel
famished, never full
a willful head demanding audience
I will make my way into this place
and make myself at home

Into my daytime

Beneath shadows I have carved a place for the sun to escape
where I have laughed in the dead grass making faces at angry clouds
my face naked with happiness
unafraid of the dark mountains of air rumbling along the tree-line

I have waited, standing, a golden fountain of sparkling water leaking
alone in the middle of the field
the world around me so humongous, you couldn't possibly sneak up on me
and when I am done, a crow calls

wearing the coming storm as a cape billowing behind you
you approach
calmly walking into my daytime

Eurydice

bait me, please

I have heard whispered
from your bottomless soul
a remorse... an unwanting
a sacrifice I have held in your hair
eyes saturated with the ache of love

while I watched you go away

death was tender with you
by making me suffer so
forbidden to follow you

death be damned
I will find you

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.06.06)

Rape

Why would I touch you now
after all these years
your beauty spent with your laughter
having taken life so serious
smelling of soaps and
deodorants
trying to hide your natural odor

you were someone's daughter
once
since divorced
cheating on love with a promising evil

how I hated you for lying about your power
even as you cower
control taken from you
ashamed of your nakedness
when nobody really cares
holding on to nothing

the illusions grasped for
to warm your ego
go
into that place
where you make yourself an alter
for that man's sacrifice

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.04.06)

Woman

...
i looked
heaven within her, scentless
celestially cold, drawn of whisper's hint of warmth
against the dream of my closed eyes
still
i couldn't tell
her to do anything against her will
and waited to understand she was breathing
before i breathed

her gravity pulled me close enough
to stay in or
bit my lip thinking
her lips dry, soft and sealed

screened
i tasted my own hesitancy
wished she would close her eyes
give in peacefully
fall into the arc of my arm

but she marked me
guilty
of an undeserved ambition
under a guillotine of conscience
where nudity became art
by my impotence

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.04.06)

Bliss

bury me within you
i have starved for no one else
alive I have pressed myself between so much of you
kissing the promise of your death with no afterthought
gorging myself on your smoothed edges
weighing myself deeper with you
til there is nothing left but an empty thought
of bliss

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.04.06)

Tortured by your emptiness

in your misery you are beautiful, achingly so
an apparition of a dream I have lost
there is nothing to reach for, there is nothing more between us
your face is an ocean away
i dare not touch you, and kiss you desperately, tenderly
your stony tears leaving my lips cold
i have killed your heart for me
and so i have killed myself
tortured by your emptiness

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.04.06)