POOF!

The siren of your hands; 

 two beasts strangling one another-

    a confrontation deprived of my pleasure. 

The untamed things of your lips;

 rockets of proverbials- 

      a haunting I could never kiss.

Our stories slow dancing, 

tracking mud all over the living room floor. 

It’s a distance we couldn’t close--

To sit on our hands and wait, 

        for a future date. 

So, steady is the gaze of such a titan, 

   that in silence recedes from the horizon. 

Not Even In Another Life.

As I lay there, 

barren of clothing, 

just stitches of lingerie lingering; 

he pulled himself off me and 

took me in: his stare a drought

born in front of a body of water. 

His only words, 

"You look like Wonder Woman."

much to my dismay, 

he certainly was not

   Superman. 

Making Your Own Rules.

My loneliness, only comes alive in your presence. You are the finger on the trigger. You are holy but only bigger.
You turn the light on my halfness;
you slide the key on the sly, and come from the inside.


But you've taken to using the word love,
  As another way to keep numb.