mstrace

I keep looking for words
words to erase never
thick words
a mouthful
of intense vowels
fattening my cheeks
ready to be spit out
like bullets
on a page
I keep looking for the words …

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

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

...clinging to his wordless silhouette

he has no idea
none
how ripe my universe is

they’d glisten
like juice, like rubies
daring to be found
but they’re gone
like a crevice in my flesh
gone

Because I crave the crave it creates in my fingers
it’s that dark need for a muse
the search for signs of life
inside myself
inside others

every
single
time
I wake in a sweat
with the ghost of you inside me

You could have pumped all your
ragged
bleeding
dark
electric
combustion
straight into me

She moved as if in the midst of a love affair with deliberate.

I shoved a finger into the middle of my drink, hoping the cold ice would shutter the warm blood pumping through my veins.

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

I don’t want to shrink inside. I don’t want short hair or thinning hair or cracks in my heart.

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…

opening as I am
as I do, as I must
with every thrust
my hard hearted ways to your black autumn lust

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

I am a wound. I am my pen that bleeds.