Me…
I’m that fly girl
Without the git.
His girl on the fly,
The one he thinks
He want to see
But don’t call.
(That fly on the wall)
Cause she
Distracts from he.

They just words is all
That spill seemingly deep
But my mind lay in factual
Repose and near sleep.
I poke at this like every other
Thing of interest to study.

Oh man my body’s tight
Need some hand to knead me.

Up till one, couldn’t sleep
Though the need was strong
Felt someone restless
Then found the lizard online
But no, wasn’t him a stirring
In my bones, in the ache
Of the evening’s possession.

And a kiss sweet, tender
Like only girl can stir.
I am finding friendship
Where the cobwebs were.

Too tactilly for my own good.

little pill and the rice drink

I
Don’t remember which light I left on
Didn’t think it was that one.
But the door was locked, the light
Streaming down the long hallway
My shirt smelling like cigarettes and you.

II
She alive and free
Turning cold
Crushed
Her heart a bleedin’
Wine that heads
No voice, findin’
No shelters
In the sun of day.

Chance all the lil’
Heart was a wantin’
Fallin’ so fine
In and out of dreams
And the happiness
Of them chances.

III
The picture
Her friends
Humiliation
He sends
And yet my
Heart is cool.

IV
And the possession
After the backing off
I drink in
Like water on long
Hot days without rain.

V
Hand on linens gripping
Other on smooth flesh…

VI
Stop and think.
Pink Floyd streaming…
There must be some mistake
I didn’t mean to let them take
Away my soul and I too old
Is it too late…
Stop and think
Of contradiction in action
And words, what are you really feeling?

Sometimes it is that easy to call a thing that’s been with you so very long.
Other things are simply hard to hold down and they do the calling.

Your lips on my neck…
Your words in the kitchen…
And I lost thought, wanted
To stop thinking suddenly
Awash with desire sealing
What I would ask from you.

I set aside confusion that
Forms tears of inarticulate
Tries. How can I voice
What I don’t know I want.

Lose your dreams and you
could lose your mind…
---Ruby Tuesday, the rolling stones…

My sis and I
We used to sing
To old forty-fives…

Now she’s lost in America
Somewhere on the street,
Our lives having crossed
And parted in loss long ago.

I no longer lose those I love
But keep them close in spirit.

I no longer refrain from voicing
Aything, afraid to look the fool.

streaming little seeds...

Shimmering
The light falls through
A parting in the drapes
And thoughts of you,
Of flesh sweet, unmarred
As I abide in restraint
Flush on cheeks pink
And hands kneading.

After that night I am
– not in censure –
but in constant awareness
of response and action,
analysis of these things
so new and yet I remain
the fresh sliced vein
open to the warmth of you.

Torn I need the balance of me and us
Yet would adore the thrill of pursuit.
I walk the line that lingers sweetly between
My singularity and coupledness of which
Thoughts a fair piece consume my day.
For me there is no struggle, I dive in and deal,
Discover and make things as I need..

Time and the daily dues
Are the only keepers
Of me away from you.

Yes well quite…
I think you adore me
Though I hate to assume
But tummy kisses on the fly
Tell me.

All these tender thoughts, your body steels
Into light caress and tongue filled tastes.
Words stretch into the simplicity of being
Where I am content in touching.