I mean really, a title? Yeesh….

almost a week later
i still find remnants
of your gift to me
in my house and pieces of you
still lurking
in
my mind.

you thoroughly handled the
element of surprise…or either
my naivete in such matters
blinds me to game
but….

it was nice. fruit never tasted
so good, floral auras
still surround my table & yes…
you are a good judge of size
cause…uh..i was cute in it, wasn’t i?

and you’re right. we probably shouldn’t ever do this again

all that’s left now is
red residue &
oil based lavender tinged hand-prints.

oh yeah. and the memories…laced
with the hope that you’ll ask me
one day again if i can “get away for a moment”.

2007.06.30 @12:59p.m.

“thanks for thinking about me”
if only you knew how much I
don’t want to…that particular plea damn
near overrides my fingers tappin’
the letters for your name into
my phone & pushing the “lil green button”.
[TALK] says the button
conjuring images of
frozen syllables never making it past
my lips, conversations that will never surface
and a rarely seen bashfulness rearing its ugly head.
& by the time i realize freedom is at the
end of the tunnel in the form of a saviour named
[red button END]
…reaching weakly…quickly… for it in anticipated
relief i hear
“hello?”

2007.06.19

you want to know what alters my
state of mind…
“we need to find out what exactly does, love”
and my playa answer was
“baby, being around you already does that”
at least it was in my head
and instead the grossly human part
of my shyly answers
“i don’t know if i want to find out”
all the while imagining your smile against mine
and my dome/processes/mental lapsing into a
drug induced haze…
your sweat is my mickey…and although
i don’t think i’ll voice this to you
[my theory is]
i think you already know.

2007.6.19

i have rid myself of
misconceptions & assumptions held concerning
you. they have
become waylaid or gone awry

And…I welcome that.

it looks good on me…you look good on
me &
there are times I can’t see…forehead
to forehead & cheek to cheek
there are times I can’t think [straight].

although their attention is on us
& my [our]
attention is…well
elsewhere.
eyes & mind both awash with
glaze all that remains is our
synchronicity
and….
our rhythm.

2007.06.17

i sent a link to my blog(this one)…to this…new..”friend” of mine. he asks “…so, are you some kind of a poet?” I replied by letting him know that once upon a time i used to travel and do “spoken word” as well as just…”write”. But i haven’t read in years…and i just write when the feeling hits me; and call it a blessing when it i do. i wrote a piece a coupla days ago that is more like the stuff i used to write. I’ll admit…i was pretty good some years ago. but the words just poured out of me the other night and i just let them do their own thing.

my hands are sometimes like my ass…they have their own zip code: so they tend to do their own thing.

lightworks

my flesh…ass & tits
ample in his eyes as determined
by the gleam

my mind…complete with his interests
& his likes…but apparently my
flesh lacks the correct tint.

You…resemble one and think like
the other but…give…feed…like a
completely different animal…a dangerously
sane image of beauty.

And you….want…me.

I can’t handle that…yet I know
She..can’t handle me.
Exclusivity in this episode is
a completely 1-sided affair.

And I…want…to…phuck you.

[I shouldn't...but i conveniently forgot to brand my disclaimer on my ass when you met me.]