The First Dream

I was in a mostly barren room. It must have been midafternoon as there was a single ray of sunlight streaming through white, cracked, Venetian blinds to illuminate what must have been a white cot of some sort. Particles of dust were dancing in the light, enchanting me despite the fact that my body was crying for rest; and I took to the cot with zero hesitation.

As I lay down on my back; eyes sealed shut; relief beginning to flood every cell of my body; I felt a formless force pinning down every part of me, crushing me without asphyxiating me. As it penetrated my defenseless body, I understood who it was; and it seemed right. Necessary.

There was no fear. There was no disbelief. There was only mutual desire. When I yielded to it, the force took the shape of his body. I felt him harden within me, but neither of us moved. We just remained this way, our bodies in symbiosis, our energy fusing together without a thought to the cost.

We reached orgasm with the simultaneous epiphany that we had and would be bound together for every lifetime.

Why Can't I Just Say

Sighs suspended in the air like
Spirits of sweethearts kissing softly

Words still malformed and in disarray
Floating invisibly through my lips 

Every act a work in futility
Meant at once to reveal and to conceal
The pith of this illusive, tender phrase
Three little words... binding my heart

#MeToo

I set out this evening, head in the clouds Watching streaked skies, smelling magnolias... Then suddenly cut to the quick, Clipped by you, anonymous sir. Your ideals stab me like Fat-filled needles to my flapjack glutes- Lipids that would pad the smack Of your slobbering, salacious lips Your words fogging the orange-y pinks, Dung beetles bombing my beloved trees. And this is what I ruminate When you open your mouth to speak, sir: How can I be at once worthy of regard And also worthy of reproach And also worthy of your hand Upon my "less than luscious ass?" Am I not just me in cups of B And 30 inches of slightly swayed hips? Am I not just me with frizzy locks that curl and kink, Unpolished nails chewed to the quick but sometimes left to grow? Am I not just me: sister, daughter, friend Not "whore" or "bitch" or "slut" Am I not just me: voice in the void? Not "daaayum" or "suga'" or "'xuse me, ho!" I don't care to be your fantasies come to life, sir- Nor a target on the clay-caked, potholed, glass-shattered sidewalk That I tread, never knowing if (when) I snap If you might slap back.... Your vinegar tongue is not fit To address me by my Christian name... That must be why instead you shout "I'm talking to you, cunt!" as I walk away...

Ineptitude

Square pegs 

     In round holes

     Don't fill the void 

     Of a lonely heart

A Little Leap

Let me begin by saying I haven't felt this urge in so long- to put pen to paper or spirit to lyric. This impulse to funnel tear drops through fingertips and feel the relief of so many keystrokes elucidating secrets unbeknownst even to me. That was why I needed you, pined for you.

It happened so suddenly, didn't it? You just stood there with that look on your face- that look of piqued interest and wonder. I've seen that expression so many times... Rarely do I return the sentiment. I suppose that was why I couldn't turn my back to you. And here we are.

It feels like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. There are storm clouds approaching in the distance. A sensation of eerie presentiment is saturating my skin like so much condensation; yet however disastrous it seems, it's so beautiful, so awe-inspiring I cannot turn away from it. The winds whip me closer to the chasm below but Zeus' bolts are too hypnotic. Would it be so bad to plummet after such wonder?

Your smile is mesmerizing, your touch incendiary, your charm magnetic. I might jump if it be your will. I might just let go...

I See You

Silence wraps you in Her violet arms

Protects you from the light.

You relish Her mysterious charms

Then thwart the Sun's cruel blight.

Though lonely, you will not commit

To sheer Transparency.

You try your best not to admit

To your Despondency.

Try as I might, I cannot yield  

To one I cannot know.

I cannot penetrate the shield.

Your Truths- they rarely show

But when I feel your yearning touch,

When sleep weakens your hold,

Your earnestness releases such

A vulnerable gold.

To glance upon the beating heart
Within your hazy cloak,
Ensures me I am not to part
With the fire that you toke.

Secret Lover

It's being out on a stormy day,

Static pinching through humid air,

Heaviness crushing my fragile lungs

As you hit w the force of 100 tides

You transfer your pulse w every touch

Cause lightning strikes within my veins

I cry for relief, as you set me aflame

Energy bursting through every cell

And the moment you finally crash into me?

Tornadoes hurl their greatest blows

Uprooting my home, invading my mind,

Destroying any semblance of control

But I yield to the extirpation-

Embrace it with maddening depravity.
Topple the ramparts of my being!

Leave me breathless in your wake!

And when we're through I realize

This is my chance for something new,

Until I rebuild, only to find

Everything remains just as it was...