I love your third world charm
You underdeveloped oddity
Your backward thoughts entice me
Your wayward ways seduce me
Cheaply made clothing, arresting
Heavy accent on deaf ears
Native princess of a new century
To plunder, pillage and discover anew
Big white man claims his prize
Small brown woman’s willling surrender
Me
You
Me
You
Me
You
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
You
To the one who searched for
Ex boyfriend fucking you over
No, I fuck him daily
To the one who searched for
Mouth throat gag banbana (sic)
Ha
To the one who searched for
Love letters to you ex boyfriend
Confusion breeds illusion (that is not a song lyric)
To the one who searched for
[Random phrases from my writing in quotes]
That is not a song lyric, either
To the one who searched for
Knickers down spank me and hogtie me and fuck me
Me first
To the one who searched for
How to say sorry to ex boyfriend
Sorry
To the one who searched for
Picture of girl with soap in her mouth
Cheese
To the one who searched for
Do menthol cigarettes stain teeth?
Yes
To the one who searched for
Dont pull my knickers down miss
Why?
To the one who searched for
The way you sucked my spirit out of
Out of? Out of what? OUT OF WHAT?!
To the one who searched for me
To the one who searched for me
To the one who never found me
You’re all looking for the wrong thing
Where x is:
physical touch
plentiful sleep
delicious food
a surplus of time
creative expression
genuine interest
intellectual curiosity
openness
x = y
y = love 2 you
y = ?
Artichoke shower gel and
Spaghetti shampoo
Organic acid grapefruit skin
With a pizza ass amble
Minty tartar exhale
Chili perspired
paste and taste
And arousal honey fingertips
FUCK OFF
I’M NOT A BREEDER
constitution mushy
I’m delicate petals
and shame
I know you’re scared because your cucumber breath fogs up my glasses
I’m scared, too
If only they knew how we’re really warm jelly
And crumble cookie-like under the lightest forefinger/thumb squeeze
I split open arteries, to bloodsquirt your face
Feel free to follow suit
With cheek blood like warpaint
We can catch, eat, fuck, shit, destroy and begin again
Like love beasts, with no mask
But only after we leave lit candles, apples and pennies
At the altar
You are young
You see life in small segments
You feel there’s no other recourse for you
You birth me
Endanger me
We cuddle and kiss
We say goodnight
You believe there is justice
Justice above you
You believe in the immutable
Soon to be taught different
You birth me
Enslave me
Did I choose you?
I feel clean, sleepy and warm
Gurgly and fresh
Shy and abandoned
I call for you
Crumbly like toast
Soggy from milk
Mourning oranges and melons
For breakfast
Dive down in me, drown in me, drive me to drown
Dive, dive to the bottom of me, in this sea of me drink of me
Essence of girl, of woman, dripping drowning in salty tears
Dive head first, arms first, feet first and all at once
Come, come in me, come with me, inside of me
Swim, just a while or forever or two days in time
See how long you can hold a breath
See how long you can keep me from mine
Don’t fall, never fall for me, just dive into me, drown
Know
Read the bodily whispers etched in skin
Write on the glass pallid surface transparently
Hear the catch of breath, the heave of chest, the slight perspiration
Respond
Accordingly increase, desist, decrease, resist
Blind signs sighted on your sinuous path over hazardous bends
Curves crawling teeming writhing with scratches and warmth
Accept
The morning after the interminable ends, dew soft breath fogs its appreciation
Seen and sensed in a desperate embrace
Sweetly citrus-scented basking boldly in a mourning sun
A necessary wax and wane
giving in and up
much too soon
pulled forward
thrust upon
flung back
in the midst of a need
and the grip of knowledge
Under the pretense of play
soul correspondence entwines apprehensively
cognizant, something pushes
pulling
deeper
closer
stronger
then desisting
why?
Waxing and waning
powerless to resist
a mournful yearning
a smarting inhale of intense words
Long, slender fingers tap tap tapping on an old, dusty typewriter
Abstract ideas coalesce into a moist and shameful longing
Each sentence is an invitation typeset in desire
Expertly punctuated with a heavy sigh
Held at the cusp of your narrative arc
Caressing every letter while each syllable caresses me in turn
Seductive metaphors that taunt and delight
And commas set for a brief pause, in all the right places
Paragraph by paragraph washes over me
In lasciviously lapping waves of page after page
A gushing stream of invisible thoughts connects us
Until finally, the whole of your composition erupts in orgasmic prose within me