I'm painfully in love with you.

But the question remains,

What now?

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I will wade out

Until my thighs are steeped in burning flowers

I will take the sun in my mouth

And leap into the ripe air

Alive with closed eyes

To dash into the darkness

Will I complete the mystery of my flesh?

lyrics by Bjork

bruise

I need you so much closer.

A place where holding tight takes all

time and energy

Can't stand too close without

Burning apologies

Cut out those candid glimpses and

Wind me up; I'm ready to blow

Explode,

Time to go

...with you

Can't escape this

Best line of fit

Building fire in blood, in

Something higher than wild and

I remember being inside something more,

We are more than this.

And you beg quietly,

Someday you will be love

and not the sound of settling

I'm quilted into your hands

or keeping you tucked

Far too deep to mean

What I need,

But will you wait to finish

What you started,

Or is this what the cards read

to the backwards attraction of your

Glowing eyes?

So far-sighted that you can't recognize

To place trust in who or what

You recognize,

As real.

Speeding toward the line of trees,

That pale shelter

of broken down

Earth and shadow and

A love you clutch tight to

until the clouds roll in

and the bruises look understated.

Blue and plain and broken because

You can't feel this, anymore

You can't feel my hands on you

The way that I do.

And tomorrow it will all change

Tomorrow

will you look at me the same?

Tangled hair that smells of

Lightness,

Forest floor and

The dust of our affection.

Sudden gesture and I'll bruise

your faith into the right,

Read myself into your history

Rewrite this dementia.

I need to make you writhe,

need you so much closer but

Nothing makes you move further

down the wire.

Maybe we just all forgot,

we're all lost in autumn.

wedding day

She throws apple cores
and rotten peaches out into nothing,
out into nothing for the land to reclaim
and clamber over.
They fall occasionally
on the hood of a dusty old car,
a dusty old car that leaks oil like
the lies in the oceans.
The car once belonged to someone's father
and his father ages ago,
ages ago before they founded the towns
and paved the roads.
The father is gone now,
lost to the wilderness sowed by truth,
sowed by truth that's mocked
by reality.
The reality we live,
where we bring foreign soils,
foreign soils along which we
tread fermented smiles
that
More and more every day
they smell like a wedding day,
a wedding day that may never
come.

Lupita, Part One

I could feel my ruddy cheeks beneath the scruff of facial hair beginning to burn moist with need as I carefully watched her play, pouting lower lip twinkling with Southern summer heat. Bead by bead, sweat eased down the easy slope of her small breasts, and her toes were curling trails of absentmindedness in the soggy dirt she sat splayed across, elbow deep in mud and brown flesh of legs tight and smooth. She was flushed from head to toe, and strands from waves of unattended hair were loosening themselves to tangle in her abnormally long curls of eyelashes, my disintegration was near. I watched her and she knew, she knew more than perhaps even I could comprehend, that she and she alone was the sole impetus of my demise.

She looked up at me and I saw the recognition cross her features for the barest and briefest of moments, and I stood there in the doorway frozen, tray of prepared sodas motionless upon my palm as her eyes latched onto my vulnerable stance mid-longing. The patio threshold was a frigid stiff realm of packed tight tension layered across certain secretive, knowing exchanges, I should have left instantaneously and let those seconds slide away by their own time frame, instead I was stuck here like a doe in the headlights of the finest pickup truck glare, eyes fixated on those pores oozing voluptuous yet girlish sexuality.

She did not avert her gaze as she grabbed the sweating glass and gulped its contents in less than a pair of seconds, and I watched every swelling movement and gentle heave of the ball of her throat, the creamy planes of skin rolling like heat waves.

The ice clinked and jangled in what seemed like a deafening manner as she roughly set the cup back down on the plastic. She glared at me defiantly, beads of perspiration running like bared legs sensually and abruptly down the tender lines of skin that wrapped her in such
pliant yet tight
coating.
My voice caught slightly as I tried to say her name.

The air was heavy, humid, fluid like boiling water music, and inch by inch she was melting with it, hovering on a cloud of the thick smoke of my incensed arousal.

I will crawl inside your head

while you sleep and dig myself a grave

to lie in, I will awaken each buried desire

like a sparkling soil-ridden treasure with

the flick of a dirt-smudged wrist, my

limbs so tangled in the foilage

of your dreams, your needs, the leaves spiraling

uncontrollably until they come to rest

against the mole of my right bare breast.

Here you will rest, here we will lie together

until the rains come and break open

our ground, so full of life and death and

the creation of a perfect destruction.

Something fledgling, burning

Need that

cracks apart my skin

Already blistered by

the howling summer

winds outside

I cry out for you

but across the empty

streets and crackling heat

there is a silence

that screams aloud,

nothing like patience

but a lot like

love

(or something

like it)

and

A yearning for

the white-hot resonance

of voice that builds me up

up

up...

to the tops of my

tree-like bones.

Reaching and

screeching in the dark

for something

painfully real.

I want to give you that.

I'll give you all

of it,

but is that enough?

I am crumbling

beneath a pressure, desire

with

no name,

an ache with no

words,

only fingers and

tongue and

such perfect skin to hide in

and on.

(Might as well fall in)

I'm not sure who you are,

where you came from

but

You feel like home.

And in the nights

I wake up wrapped up in

you,

your voice

pulling me under

the water until

we're

swept into the

darkness,

together.