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