love, poetry, women

Ask

Please

Ask me something

About myself

Something complex and personal

I’m not carrying baggage

Past my allowance

But sometimes

I just want to feel

I’m not invisible

Disposable

A cuddly toy who sits bitter watches

Ask me

Something

Anything

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Whether dream

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Whether dream

Streets turned to mirrors

Marking time with cigarettes

And in my head

I’m twisting you to points of

Sublime, complicated pleasure

Being smart is sometimes

As much a burden as being aroused

The world mocks the man

Who owns himself

Good

Bad

But my kisses are sweet

And before the world calls me

Home

One last kiss

Whether dream

Whether real

To send us off

To whatever comes

Next

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Strings of light and shadow

There are moments

Hung suspended

A string of lights

Still lit,

Long past the season,

A few bulbs, dead with time

But sat there,

Bathed in a carnival of light,

All festive colours

Even the cheer has a dim memory,

But the shadows matter as much

As the light they oppose,

And between them both

I sit

And hold your hand

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Worlds

Worlds

Where we never met

Where I didn’t message you

Or I died tragically young

Terribly old

Where I lived in shadow

Afraid to let the light touch my soul

Worlds Where I didn’t

Betray my marriage and don’t feel

Guilt and relief when I look at the space on my finger

Where I didn’t let her go

Or she never arrived

Where I was smart enough

Good enough

Where I didn’t feel like dying

Worlds other than this

But here in this one

All and nothing

Alone in a way I can’t explain or justify

This is the only world I know

And across them all

You

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Lights In The Sky

Before they launch,

We would

Find one another

In the dark

Suspended in amber

Amidst a throng of witnesses

As they whispered

Hopes

Fears

There are lights in the sky

But in the end

If it were too dark to read

I would just want to look

At you

For the

First

Last

Time

The look in my eyes

Time enough

A kiss

To say one another’s names

Then they are

Here

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a study in tension

what the sight and sound

scent of you feeds

the absence of it

done as much from consideration

i mean

you’re into the idea of it

but life is abrasive

it wears you down

but i am wired

built around

upon a foundation of wild appetite

not furtive but i sit with it

the release i seek

pin you down

tear you to throbbing pieces

with the unadulterated force of it

but you are safe

the washes of day keep my actions

clean as a priest’s hands

but the night will come

and i will, not reach,

but

take

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