never alone for long
I know I should
but

my skin a siren
cries at a pitch inaudible
with its deafening desire

over-licked lips
feast on their own hunger

itchy finger tips tap
rehearsing that tune
they play so well

belly aches as
underfed butterflies grow faint

my heart is at peace but
there is this other restlessness
that cares not about love

until it arrives
then the timer is set
lust loses its perfect place
till hearts break

then again alone
I should stay this way
but

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must you love me till rocking chairs
delighting in my idiosyncrasies
find my wrinkles endearing
be blinded to my scars

why can’t you be like the boy
who puts hearts on my mocha
forgets he should look me in the eye
who’d cream himself for just one fuck

must you wash white my dirty laundry
birth premature in my bed your dreams
melt your fears into my shoulder
while you fasten my wings

why not like the man who forces a glance
makes me work my magic later
naked in my bed must beg him to stay
wanting more, then leaves me anyway

why must you love me so completely
that I must in my imperfection, go

so familiar, yet so long since
my gut flipped like this

tiny gossamer threads
attached to my most private points
pulled by the thought of you
you, who know not what you do

dragging on my strings making
my mind dance, poked with slivers
of memories sensual
of unending shivers

making my body twitch animal
and yours unabashedly quiver

wish I could pull you 200 miles
with just my mind
wind these threads up tight
deep within make you mine

gently slowly
stroke your cheek with an encouraging smile
I’ll stand just here
till you feel your legs solid under

no!
lean, swoop, catch
the current is rough dear boy
I gottcha though
I’m made for weight such as yours
let me pull you up dry
though not quite beside
I worked so hard to gain
this length of an arm

your blade darling
is sharper than I’d guess
clean your cut too
unless you count the fountain
staining my now crimson cuffs

stubbed shock, head cock
why?
not my help but just
my kid gloves you craved?

for she who could
almost anything
can now nothing
handle

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uneasy in this place surrounded
faces behind masks, one little pill
they become friends like home

this body herky jerky foreign
yet yours, falls serene
just a drag or two will do

abandoned here alone hollow
dumped from a forgotten world
cake fills the emptiness

bombarded with the images of this place
your new brain bobs in the sea of it
typing life preservers hoping not to drown

a pillar of sparkling purity
crystalline encrusted bodice
crisp skirt heavy with your adoration
bare shoulders of sculpted cream
feather fingers folded soft
porcelain lips eternally smiling

where the eyes should be
hollows, but you don’t notice
nor the acrid ooze running
from beneath the hem
like the life of a stiff swallow
seeps across the window sill

a monument to what died long ago

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were I a shallow girl
I would not see beyond your smile
would not hear your howl
unlamented to the moon

the change in your tone
dart of your eyes
would not send me scrambling
for safer ground

if the furrow between your brows
did not drill upon my forehead
the grip of your fingers around that lever
didn’t bruise my skin

were I a lucky girl
your pain wouldn’t catch
me like a rogue wave
filling every tender orifice with grit

I could see you as a man
corse and unconcerned
not an infant soul shivering
abandoned on my door step

tonight shaking violently with unreasoned guilt
I pray they’ll get to you in time
stretching out black and broken
it is not your life I see but mine

I hold my breath with hope
an idea will appear like an angel
a lucky break will fracture these links
that the dirty work will be magically
wielded by another

unable to advance
held frigid in a moment of indecision
that stretches into a year
the past distorts into a cartoon
a dimension beyond my reach

caught within the image you hold
a mortician’s handiwork
eternally smiling starring dull
into a future that can’t be mine
laid cowardly within this silken box

my life slows to an intermittent thud
as my oxygen deprived heart tries to survive
the urgency in my lungs becomes
a distant itch ignored out of necessity
all that you love is slowly dying

she is pristine
gliding tranquil in white
like a girl playing ballerina
silky skirts sweeping
wickedness aside like fallen needles
her smile melting
the evil thoughts
her ivory skin induces
healing sparkles flash
in unknowing eyes

wild and black
she leaps from the dark
claws curling deep
into yielding ice
her velvet pelt
glistens sinewy and foreboding
her tail twitches dangerously inviting
a snarl brilliant and sharp
emits a low seductive growl

eager to taste the heat
swimming below the snow
of this wintry girl
she jumps
amber eyes upon her white neck
caught like a teddy in the arms of child
ineffectively rolling to the ground
night, day, night, day
a dance of moon and starless sky
years they battle talon and knife

long after the champions of nature
and the lovers of the dance
grow weary and go home
with a victorious slice she
finally cuts the gut of her foe
climbing inside the warmth of her
she wears her like a second skin
parading across the snow daring
anyone to guess the real she

I know of what I speak
for it is me

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