drawn in a line
my soul round her
crooked finger wiggled
come hither
drawn
stretched
through
not thin fat
drawn in
crayon wax
inside the lines
in a coloring book
drawn in
hand over hand
against a tug-o-war
the balance lost
the tipping
drawn out
in exchange
cents paid for
sense gained
scents sent
up in love
drawn
quartered
together
down
home
drawn
stretched
pulled
to wet eyes
two wet eyes
too wet eyes
drowned me
the dodo bird
was no phoenix
his rise
was a fall
to the grace
of oblivious invisibility
through slick mud
shiny
unseen zigzagging
staggering
prominent thoroughway
inventions adventure
joints bent on investment
vented fear out
the top and the sides
even up
from the bottom
puffs out odd slits
crosswise
we are smoke
choosing
to enter inhalation
a force
ignited
pushed to fire
repeatedly
she said
you can put your two thumbs in
to me a fontanel on top of an orange
after the skin is peeled off
spread your hands to crack
my life open
feel the fruity flesh of the disorganized
mess of what is left of time
i’ve made of it will
give
to split
into burnished semi-translucence
crescents stinging
as i run
not away
opaque feeling
but juicy
down your chin
to your neck
and stick
there
but she was far
braver than i
terrible kissing
the wind’s breath
across the palest lip
i grinned bit watched it
bleed blue and drip
naked fluid onto
a hot breast
how do those poets do it
write with their arms
all pulled inside
their sweatshirts
sleeves dangly
torsos off limp fingerless
empty casings sausages
linings
sorry
cold shivery romancing
sadnesss of the most dramatic
pathetic kind
self-declarative
a lover wailing in the rain
soggy bangs in too wet eyes
why should war
be intuitive
anyway
drifting
there was ivy, alex
climbing
a vine on a soft
textured brick wall
humming along
to hearts skipped a beat
a spot marked with double xx’s
music
i climbed
stems between toes
ripped my feet free
of dirt planted
toward you
they were your songs
first you
taught me love anew
was worth
finding out i was
worthy
how the tunes tremble
leaves quiver
now more with each new love
they climb
on we all cling
together
alive
my love is big
The xx - Heart Skipped A Beat (by Pammy1212)
Source: youtube.com
spread
forceptual
pull the thought
sugarlicious
clench
the wet spot on your shirttail
sacrilegious
digging it
the rest will
just have to wait
for later
there are scholarships
hanging in the balance
a vacation waiting
to be traveled
and a mother’s
mind to soothe
through practice
begging you to see
varied
textures deep rich lush
shades of green in the moving
tall grass reaching
between the legs of my mind
tickling
ideas loose and coming
each and every one
the individual leaves wave
through windy fingers
to make the tree into shapes
roughly round
but in truth undulating
in the odd oblong near spheres
of an eight months pregnant belly
of a full breast caught from under
in the weight of gravity
pleas answered
with extracting promises
to heal in the face
of such excruciating strength
a season aching
with may eyes
i know my mother was put on this planet for reasons other than to make me fucking crazy. i know* it. dear goddesses just please help me to remember it today.
an oak tree in her azalea bush
three women in her bed
i loved her for being more
mixed up than me
in and out of her head
she had a thing for chickens
for rats and guinea pigs
she trusted the luck of small things
yet did not care for kids
too human she said
but still i took my brood
for her to heal
with the hens brown eggs
the children were afraid
and better for it
i believe
also known as angel kisses
or marks signifying committed sins
i see them as a game
of connect the dots
that i am sure to win
if i play long enough
may i begin
astronomical locations
constellations of pigment
navigational maps
skinny celestials
your freckles
my tongue
a spaceship
with him
i was frankenstein’s bride
he both monster and scientist
meaner than hyde
softer than jekyll
he liked
to lay his middle finger
across my clit
as if
i never left
the specimen table
a delicacy
offered up to his insatiable
need
the place he opened
the soul he cleaved
in manipulative compliments
selfish flattery
a wound he pressed
apart relentless
it couldn’t bleed
i couldn’t breathe
my finest nerve
desensitized
from constant pressure
i wouldn’t leave
afraid
thinking he would plummet
without me weighty
underneath
victims of electric currents
are frequently
unable to let go
of the hot wire
jumping the spasm higher
but not alive
really
