Feb 17, 2009

la lune.

sliding slithering sideways
slippery snail trail
poetry falling from between my legs
under the blankets
SPELL YOUR NAME IN MY WET SPOT
etch your name in my flesh
MAKE DAMN SURE I DON'T FORGET
how your one eyed devil purple people eatin' pearl shooter made a goddamn fool of me
grinding teeth from beneath those sheets
rolling gnashing smashing
ripping tearing biting

jack. hammer.


i want to be drenched in your remorse
and i want to know what flavors your seeds come in

i want you to plant your garden and water it often

i want you to fuck me stupid, stupid.

Feb 8, 2009

Making Shit Up

he looks like he might just know the best way to love a woman
in his eyes, i can see.
i can see.
we both ache from possibilties and are leaning towards the ones that benefit us better
thoughts that no longer shift like doubt, like distrust, like jealousy
envious of each other for loving one another
having the stones to say so
i am not afraid of the dark
i am afraid of being blinded before i can finally see your light
put it on.
show me.
show me before the summer sun distracts me and dims my sparkle
i'll play mortar to your pestle.

grind with me