Anticipate

Explore

My identity seems to change with the scenery.
Graphics in moonlight, supple skin, no bystanders in plain sight.
Fingers on your waist, preparing for a taste

Anticipate

Sleep with me on this carpeted floor, and when you beg,
I’ll give and give until I’m used up. It’s what I’m here for.
No need to call me.

Satisified, I won’t be inside you any more.

Reborn

I miss you, Patrick Swayze

When the neighbors writhe in simile,
vibrations make way through dry wall, tender lit on the old plains-
Native Americans thought you sounded strange too
Settler backwash, swilled on sacred land, and the Indians creeping on hillcrests disregarded those fires

But I can hear you make love,
and I hope that isn’t replacing lust- complacency for rigor, so routine..

How do you know he loves you?

Suction me into fetal pose,
sound bleeding through the walls;
lull me to sleep.