Body of Work

heavy-lidded and craving another and another and another
wild orbital swing, at the center of you.

You embed your trust into an anvil and tie it to my guts.

There nothing in the air in October to slow down the pain that leaks from one person and into another. It transmutes like lightning. Flashing and burning the skin.

...to place them next to the breaking tears of your leaning prose. You want everyone to see what you saw, the Dad of your eyes. The lost parent of your heart…

Will you share a plate of nachos and a bottle of Vodka?

I want to run my toes up his pants
under the cover of white table linen
caress that beautiful organ between his legs
surrounded as we were by the ignorance of strangers

it gives off a scent you can smell and see
like a killing pheromone cloud hovering above my skin

for him I would silence my brutal bitch that speaks in tongue

relying on thighs that tall men crave and small women envy
lets the pole hyphen between her ass cheeks and
pumps her velvet body up and down
up and down

I will stand my body up straight
lit from within 

glowing in all corners
flickering
incandescent
like a summer hunting bug 


You were some souped up
sweet rise in my chest

I’ve lost my ability to sing