prose

NYC, 2015

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It’s somebody else
With red hair maybe, long flowing
With pale blue eyes and milky skin
She stops me in my tracks
She stops me like love
But I do not come to her for love

It’s someone else
You work with him
Dark in demeanor, cool to the touch
He smells of charcoal & sex
And purrs as he writhes in the pleasure

This isn’t to be facetious
I simply cannot help myself

I have resisted my temptations
And given into every impulse
I have employed both sided of the coin
Yet the final outcome is always the same

I am addicted to the taste of debauchery
There is mischief and hell following behind me like a clean up crew

It’s someone else
As it always is
And I fall into step with the devil herself

She always comes back to me
To whisper in my ear & mention all the fruit I have missed for my mouth
I will not stop until my tongue is dripping with the wet juice of peaches & limes.

#Blessed

The blue in your eyes, your heartbeat is thick & strong
Blessed be you, like a hymn or a gift or a song
Your hands run veined, leaves spread wide and delicate with green
Your skin runs patterns, black ink and scars cut clean

Your voice is clarity, created with the gift of speech
Deep, yet quiet, shallows of the ocean beneath

Blessed are the living who survive in numbered days
You are among the chosen, spend your life in beautiful ways.

Give & Take

I have a memory
of your knobby little knees
Plastered to the back of my brain like a scar

The blueberries you ate
Left morsels on your lips
In a messy hunger, black tar

In collection I have books
binded by your making
in my heart, your hooks
mere pleasure for the taking