Brandy Glows In My Glass, And

I wander over to the window. outside the snow
is busy melting trees.

hey babe, Isaac Hayes is on the late show.

your voice flies to me, the moment tilts
& I can almost palm our disease.

you know.. we were a sunset, before..

before?

the star thing. I wander back to the kitchen
back to my cig, suck some ice and send a ring
of kisses to your head.

you're in a mood tonight.

to dance

to?

madhouse - like a prayer

heh. get busy time. please excuse me while
I put on my shiny
disco balls.

our bodies are beautiful without color

your smile is my next breath

we jerk, bounce & glide. when we dance
our masks always fall off. when we kiss
our lips are real. your form reminds me
of everything turbulent & deep.

I love the way light swims in your hair.

and yours is full of wavy
sparkle. the song ends
and you pack the pipe again. there
is no need to close the blinds
because no one lives where we do.

Nothing Coherent, Nothing New

pushing
cum thighs
into loose quivers
marble key head
lovers jingle in a night
that is too plastic

your eyes are too blue
my ohhhhhs
obscene in a bubble
I can almost taste your heart's
sticky heat

and your skirt is made of metal

yet I pass through your swooning
sprint through the bullshit

don't be mean

hey now, I loved you like
everything I ever wanted
like the happy ending of a Hollywood movie
like Paris
like hot coffee
like a secret hardness
smothered in pink

and I love you like
glass on the ceiling, bark & twine
lightning, even the terror in the middle of
a tiny blossom

you make me want to die
put your hand on my stomach &
make me run again

I can't rush you on paper, your skin is too soft, I fall
through it, to another place where everything holds me &
is a cloud sofa & songs only sing to me
with your lips

sweet. but now my head is tired
and I'm feeling a bit sick so
lick the shake from my fingers
and dream the orange dream
cause I forget what's real and maybe
there is no poem & no where to run to.

that's alright, sleep.
I'll trace the silky
blue rivers beneath your skin, I'll
spoon you, be your heater, I'll make you
more than happy to see the sun again.

for challenge @ erosha

Afterwards, You Will Make An Egg Sandwich For Me


with pimentos

When I, your witch-hitch
am stretched out
along your fingertips
you to I, I to you
the pillow of my mouth
flowing over
bare eyelid twitch
you shuffle the softbones
under my ribs

I become a pull-want
plucking
fucking
till nipples muscle
hussle
rage

you are my favorite
dick creature,
the right voice,
marble music

pistoned

wild
wet noise

I'm a bamboo river
in winter. I'm all around you

stroke mountain
moon fever
spine choke

a thirsty petal
past open,
a slave, baby, a tight long
vampire toke.