Let me feel the messy you
The one with old sweatpants
That show wild edges of your soul.
Let me smell the rancid death
Of the achings deep inside,
And the cosmic galaxy that lies
Expelled, each pore of your skin
So deeply sensed within my own
A redness on my mind.
Let me hear the groan
Of your hurt and of your gasp,
For the rose becomes
So delicate in death.
Have I whispered to you enough?
A sigh of breath, a wind indeed.
And in my moments of tranquility
My gasp will be for you all day.
I’ve handwritten hate notes
From left to right,
Memorized verbiage
And recited it (in vain).
But every time your
Sorceress’s purple slash
Glowing culdron green hair
Circles around my mind
And escapes in little
Involuntary gasps,
I remember your name
And speak kindly of love
We never shared,
Of memories we never bothered
To sculp. For time,
Like lost memories,
Has slipped between our footsteps,
Taking our visages
Out from in front of
Ten foot windows
To Leave our strange encounters
Reflecting like
Clouds in this cold sky.
The way you did that, those things
The way you shifted my conscience
The way you moved me with that slow grind
The way you mesmerized me; knowing – unknowing
Even the room as I sauntered in
Keeping things calm, under control
Held things my third eye plied from you
Taking in your essence, your every move
I heard the footsteps
I heard the deep breath
I heard the light gasp
I heard the heartbeat
So when you offered me some cozy tea
A promised delight, a comfortable touch
I made my way down and observed the light
Dim was the mood set for you and me
When you leaned over me to place hot tea
Your scent, like a hungry snake
Desire spread thick into my eyes
To which you dug in to capture me
You kissed me there
You kissed me long and hard
You kissed me to my soul
You kissed me everywhere
As the tea went cold we were heating up
We shuffled ’round in our underwear
Your tiny black booty shorts
My worn out boxer briefs
Which my hand went smoothly under
My hand went to that crease
Between your cheek and leg
To lift and hold on tight
A moment you surged in to like a bowl of fire
A feeling I could not misplace
That left me grabbing on for more
Reaching deeper to lift you up