His

There's a secret in your smile.
A message written, ear to ear...
Grinning laughter within a kiss.
We can talk without words.

There's a secret in your touch.
Fingers tracing inner thigh
Painting me, white as canvas.
We can create with our senses.

There's a secret in your embrace.
Arms spread wide... Engulf me.
Flat palms, cold back. Warmth.
We can provide shelter without letting go.

There's a secret in your eyes.
Blue and green and all mine.
Frantic jitters, back and forth between eachother.
We can say I love with without speaking.

There's a secret in my chest.
Heavy and pounding.
Ready to unlock.
My heart is yours, forever.

Distance

I'm staring out the window..
Cool collected raindrops, windowsill acts as edges to a cage.
And I'm running to the door at the sounds of truck exhaust.
Wondering when our eyes will meet again, and I can be a little less broken.
I feel like years have grown where once months used to gather.
Becoming more real as you are already holding my heart in your palm.
So easily you could stop it,
Squeeze your hand shut and watch my messy death unveil.
But instead you hold it, just out of reach.
Close enough for me to feel your love.
But far enough away for me to be lonely.
I miss you so much.

A Few Of My Favorite things

I am a monster beneath my flesh.
Supple and wet, willing to undress...
For your eyes.... Maybe.. Yes.

I am a kisser in the dark.
Tongue darting in and out of cold mouths.
Coffee spilt speed bump getaway...
You know which wires to unplug.

I am liquid in your hand.
Shining aura, laced fingers fixated.
Fascinated at the mirror I stare in.
Your smile delays mine by two seconds,
but ends up beating me to the punchline.

Of the same joke...
Were choking on each others laughter, it's contagious.
And the thunder that's roaring through my lungs is my pulse.
Drum banging against my chest...
And as I rest my head on yours.... It's to the same beat.

Arm your flowers.

Time beckons through windows, like wind.
Athena's crawling chalkboard and trying to fold letters.
The ones that sit on your desk, unread.
Dust collecting pieces of conversation.
Sticking to the parcel like glue, entwined in the fibers.
The ones in your shirt.
Entranced by the swipe of a pen.
Genocide in a signature.
10,000 troops armed and deployed.
Eros beard is clipped and trimmed.
Cigarettes dancing through straight lips.
They say there is no rain where we are going.
The sun so bright it's radiating like the bombs we drop.
Sparkling, like the shine on your shoes.
Buffed in someones child's blood.

Us

He smirks, I smile.
He giggles, I laugh.
He frowns, I cry.
He sleeps, I'm in a coma.
He eats, I binge.
He's hungry, I'm anorexic.
He's happy, I'm exstatic.
He's sad, I'm suicidal.
He's mine. I'm his.
He's me. I'm him.
We are love.

Gameshow

They say in life you have an array of doors to open.
All colorfully decorated with glitter, glitz, glam and the chance of hope.
Perfectly aligned and numbered... 1, 2, 3....
And the score is displayed through bleach white teeth,
The kind of smile that makes barbie green with envy.

And I'm trying to desperately to grasp vowels.
And I'm sinking into the floor, like mud.
Feet stuck in the dripping pile of debt and guilt.
And I'm holding this buzzer like a gun.



Time to spin the barrell and whisper a wish.







...............The grand prize goes to...

Rebirth

I find myself holding scissors.
Stainless steel glimmer in the reflection of a vanity mirror.
Carefully snipping away my disgust.
Strand by strand, layer by layer.
Falling to the ground, it's memory scattered around.
And the past child, the present daughter, and the distant mother...
Mingling on the floor in an array of crimson, chocolate, and carmel.