Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Omnipresent Context

Tickers, billboards, video, articles, television, pages... words!
Random compilations of thoughts expressed lacking poignancy
but profuse in drama.
Fear, hate, love - all meaningless
without omnipresent context.
How can I sleep when everything is always on?
Blinking, blaring, beeping, bouncing in the corners
of my consciousness.
Apathy bars the gates of hell with vacuous silence.


Gratitude

You carried your gun in the dust and the sand,
you bled and you sweat so I could make a stand
using words in my heart, giving voice to desire;
you protected my freedom by standing in fire. 

Sunday, March 8, 2015

A Privileged Tongue

Morning, noon, or night, any time of the day
seduced by the aroma of your epicurean bouquet.
Simmering, sizzling, stoking my fire.
The longer it takes and I wait, grows my desire.
Meanwhile molten driblets brandish my skin,
this pop, trickle, and bite, driving me to oblivion.
Hot and hard enough, finally done;
I part lips and greasy ambrosia quenches my tongue.
Your salty, clear nectar delights and thrills;
your delectable meat never fails to fulfill.
Satisfied, complete, all my taste buds awakened,
Everything is better when it involves bacon.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Magnetic

Her trembling fingers held aloft
by strings of tension
and coursing lava pulsing to the tips;
pounding and throbbing,
stretching and straining
against an invisible barrier so thick
with moral anguish, guilt.
Slip or trip over a precipice
thin and tantalizing;
she'd fall from grace.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Laying There

I do not just lay there.
I grab the moment
and seize
and soar;
and I choose to give in.

Monogamy

I enjoy being vulnerable
but it's a sin,
to open the doors
and let you within.
Reasonable reasons
and justifiable doubts,
set expectation - 
prudence so proud.
What does it leave me
but cold, hard, and wet?
Longing and wishing
for naive regret.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Safely Shattered

Ice, cold and tingle,
like mint that settles on my skin.
A plunge from a sudden drop into an embrace
so soft; I am fragile, like glass.
Sweet honey-laden breath mingles with mine,
and burns across my lips.