I remember when you asked
how expensive my shoes were
as if it mattered
knowing good and well
they would end up scattered
across your floor
even though
they were probably more deserving
of the care you give my skin.

your room speaks to me
in heavy language
Mr. King is so accusing
in the afternoon glow
diffused through your window
misleading time
like some plot hole in a movie
of sex and scandal

it's morning still.

You've finally caught
your dream
And I fight sleep
against the sound of
your lullaby
strung out along with
lonely guitars
their strings
jealous for your attentions
their bodies
longing to be held the same as me

Slow love in a Mirror

He caresses every curve
with a look
he wont have to touch her
to send chills down her spine
simply watch
almost contentedly
she pretends she doesn't see him
undressing every peice she puts on
in the muted morning glow
he's still heavy in the bed
while she brushes her hair
he smiles slightly
thinking of brushing it off her shoulder
to replace with his lips
beauty blushes
because she knows
bends over too seductively
to strap on his favorite heels
he could take her now
if she didn't have to go
so he just watches, making
slow love in the mirror

Tractor Beams

where did you get such
space age technology
embedded into your
skin,
pulling me in so deep
chest first into
some blinding light?
my head resists,
falls back.
my heels dig in,
toes curl,
and somewhere
we make contact.
on some existential plain
I'll float for a moment
in your arms.
I can't breathe in this space.
Your eyes are a vacuum
sucking me in a little closer
with each heavy look.

Everything

Every sound a symphony
every light a flare
everything is laced with you
everything everywhere

every breath is heavy
every blink is too
everything is waiting
when I'm here with you

Every whisper is wanton
every thought is scandalous
every moment tension
growing taut between us.

every touch is torture
every kiss is kryptonite
every look is longing
in this place tonight.

why must we always speak
to each other in poetry
behind tinted windows
and closed doors
whispering metaphors
against our skin
like a simile for our secrets
afraid perhaps
that without individual interpretation
there would be no denying
the piles of words
that get left out of simple stanzas
that flirt around literal litany
those words
we keep held in our mouth so full
they fall out of the corners with every sigh

more satisfying on myself

i smell you on my skin
durring the groggy morning glow
testimony for the morning after
i embrace every breath
as you sleep
taking in your essence
i make a memory of the moment
mapping sensory pathways
to remember exactly how i got here
baracaded into your chest by a heavy arm
when you awake
you may find me in your shirt
but i have you on my skin
the scent of which
is almost
more satisfying on myself

unsatisfied

I hope you're never satisfied
while lying next to anyone but myself.
I hope her lips leave you thirsty,
and her smell leaves you
somewhat nauseated.
Not that i wish you ill,
its just that...
she's not me,
and i see you're still not happy.
When she sleeps
find yourself restless.
As she smiles at you
from across the table,
see me in her eyes.
Look at her and
ask yourself why...
there are times you wish
she would just leave.
I hope her fragile face
makes you cringe,
and at the end of each day
I hope you wish she was me.

Lady Luck is not My Lover

victim of circumstance happenchance perhaps simply mishaps coincidence in suspence maybe karma cursed just shy of the worst could it be choreographed by devine staff if so, lady luck happens to suck

Strangers

I think saw your face
I dreamed it up long ago
just to give breath to your smile
bliss I can only pretend in
Nameless, Loveless, Restless
In a place where less is more
We were never strangers
until the day we met
then only lovers in a strange place.

Russian Roulette

I find myself
p e a k i n g
around corners,
watching my back
and every footstep
unsure of whether
I'm avoiding
or looking for you.
I smile,
just to watch the shape of your irises grow.
just to see the subtle change of color
just to make you be the one to walk away
we're playing a quiet game.
You'll hear me coming.
Someday.
Neither of us will sneaking
There are no surprises in Russian roulette.

Fire Alarm

I scare you
for good reason.
Perhaps you should trust your instincts
that the shadows within my eyes
are not just mysteries
waiting to be revealed
waiting to be released
pulled out by some hand
hoping to save my soul.
or maybe that's you.

You scare me
for good reason.
Being in the right place
at the wrong time
Perhaps it is the other way around
A bright blinking EXIT sign
and I'm suffocating from
smoke inhalation.
or maybe that's you.

Nothing is on fire yet
except for our own skin.
except for the air we breathe.
Except when we're in the same room.

Darker kind of love

It’s a darker kind of love

The inner workings of a misread thought

Not quite understood.

Confusions of a notion on a whim that might be affection

The ponderings of lust

Littered with emotions

A conflict of intentions

Paradox of actions

You shouldn’t, but you could

It’s a matter of if you will.

awkward silence

I think we purposely create these
awkward silences
hold them between us
stiff armed with eyebrows raised
resisting the urge to fill them up
with something meaningful
scared of the implications
already smeared on the walls above us
in some weird code
if we relax too much
perhaps the dams will break
spilling out into those tepid quiets
and we'll get swept away, drown
in a flood of words
while everyone else sits behind their sandbags

When I Kiss You Long and Slow

Keep me close inside your heart
My blood is on your hands
Take our secrets deep within
Don’t show them to your fans

Private thoughts between your ears
Unspoken prolific words
Stolen moments shared by us
Keep seal on things unheard

Take your demon wings and things
Take your shadow spies
Take me in your arms tonight
And silence all my cries

Sparks and shadows in your looks
A will barely contained
Spread your hands across my skin
Trespass on his domain

Love me with your softer words
And break me with your fist
Make a thousand broken promises
And seal them with your kiss

Thoughts of me in downcast eyes
Make me burn with in
So when I kiss you long and slow
It brings me peace again

Whisper words of dark profane
For me to speak in sleep
Haunting lyrics of your love
That pull me down so deep

Strangers

I think saw your face
I dreamed it up long ago
just to give breath to your smile
bliss I can only pretend in
Nameless, Loveless, Restless
In a place where less is more
We were never strangers
until the day we met
then only lovers in a strange place.

Greek air

So close you can almost breath another atmosphere
Hold your breath
Reach out to the stars
Infinity is not enough to count them all
Let them drip through your fingers
Into the sea
Don't hold on, least condensed air
Burn a scar for your soul
Restless mangled flesh
Would do good to forget
It is only awe that steals the oxygen.

well....

I"m a copy cat.... (thanks for the idea Jay)
I decided to create a blog just for my creative juices, my other one may end up getting used for class or business stuff.... so yeah. Im going to move all my previous poetry over here... dont worry.... it will be a slow process. I think I'll just copy an old poem over every time I write a new one.