today is our debut
come over here
listen close
on your bare back—
i’ll blow your mind
Tag: Lovers
pm to am
we weren’t wasted time
the clock never moved
never left that couch
up in the mountains-
cheap leather
fresh air
crunchy hair
skyline footwear.
i remember when
tomatoes used to taste good
seems like so long ago
when you made my mouth juicy
sedated
last winter
was the first time
in a long time
i felt genuine warmth
round trip
we all
die
once
it’s the second time
we finally breathe
fivefivefive
change on the way
heart sized fitting room
closed until further notice.
transitional paradox
it’s hard to look you in the eyes
and tell you i failed
when all i want to do
is give you
something to be proud of
quarantine crush
can hear the singing
two buildings over
three stories up,
she’s cooking dinner
she loves Otis Redding
can see her shadow sometimes
as she spins by;
she saw me once
waved and went about
she had her hair up,
maybe she was cleaning,
i wish i was wearing a better shirt-
next time
hands and knees
they begged for change
and they got bills
years before weeks
future tense
was your only sense
so you payed twice the cents;
the river in front of your feet
was too close
could only see
trout in the stretch-
bless these knees
for that jump will be incredible
to chance the ending
before the wicked pending
igor
transfused:
bleeding finger tips
over your tan washed drum kit
dragging your worship like a rotting corpse.
early on sundays to meet
before wandering eyes can undress
my wishful thinking;wishing
and put her in wolf fur.
i am sorry for missing our date
not one to do that
but
i can’t promise
that it won’t
happen again
Saint's Muse 