A Sir desires

The touch of your skin is a translation of affection expressed through the medium of nerve endings
Endeavoring to awaken in you a fire which cannot be quenched
To know with a glance
Sure hands over soft skin
Eager lips made slow
Pressing lips like vise over artery
Tasting jumping pulse
Struggling to gasp breathe to synapse
Breathe deeply in ragged flame
Gifts given
Ignite fires
Kindled deep in bones
Leather and pulse pain
Bruises marking mine
Say ready
Say more
Say yes
I would have you in all the ways of imagining
Of experience and of desire
Not once, not twice
Until yield and sleep
But waking
Join in grip of heart
Allow me to wake your fire
Consume me as I consume you
Taking nothing for granted
Allow passion to rewrite your stars

Tapped out juggernaut

wish I could turn off my brain
turn it off and just be happy
turn it off and just remember
turn it off and just be

instead I dull it
break it
sleep away my time
passing away
as if time wasn’t all that I owned
and these thoughts that just won’t shut off

wish I didn’t read a thousand interpretations in a silence
in a smile
in a phrase

learned paranoia becomes just paranoid
taught myself to see all the angles
now I see right angles in circles
and I just want it to stop

and when I’m better
and when your there
I feel like I’m normal
like I got it mostly handled
and who are those people who feel like this
every day

who don’t see a cliff and for just a quarter of a second think about jumping
who don’t lose relationships because they second guess themselves until their person wonders why they aren’t second guessing too
who don’t work themselves into such stress that they lose sleep

who don’t find themselves awake at four am, yearning

But that’s not gonna be me
I’m the broken brain and broken heart
But not about you
just some weeks are harder than others
and I don’t know how to say it’ll be ok while I’m being not ok and just want to be held
but that can’t happen cause I’m supposed to be the strong one
the dominant
can’t show weakness though I’m riddled with holes
holes papered over but still bleeding
Never fully healed
but sometimes fully functioning

hard to know when to start talking
and never have I known when to stop

three by three

where words go quiet beneath the dying sky
bound by tears and memories that lie
one dove to the heavens
one to the hells
no amount of searching can find
what was lost
lilt tongue
speak clash amidst bleak tomorrow
shades caul
Last time to borrow
Not worth the paper
inks run dry
taking paths furrowed deep
etched lines
dull ache gives way to blurred visions
not enough for anyone
to love

Wakes the beast

Sounding like someone crazed
Who wants every inch and moment with you
Love running perpendicular to madness
Causal lines stretching back and forth
Feeling insane with need of you
Your touch and smile soothing the waking beast within
Never further from the surface
In his den
He waits
Impatiently clawing the walls
Yowling battle cries to your pains
Purring out possession
Pin you down
Harsh growl
“Mine”

What comes with knowing

Hush
Faint breathe stirs the reeds
Dance pained revelry
Somber
Placed careful step

Faint
Leaves clatter against each other
Heat sears flesh
Woke to heel slashing earth
Arms raised in supplication
Words drift to too blue sky
A hum barely heard

Clatter of bones thrust in almost flight
Catching air before crash to earth
Clothes plastered to flesh
Pushed into place
Exultation to the darkening sky

Storm clouds bully their way through the heat
Stealing the sun’s tormented pleasure
Dancers join
Quickened by succor

Lightning flashes
Half second rumble proclaims

I HAVE COME

Storm sings a lament
Tears slash open across the face of the world
Stomp, step
Seared ground
Dust splashes upwards
Displaced
Turning slowly to mud

What was called is risen
And a woken storm
Sings counterpoint
Rumble, flash

Deep throat undulations
And still they dance

Soft pressure molds the valley

I won’t touch you
Won’t sit in a dark room
Watching actors
We
Hold each other
Won’t feel your head on my shoulder
Won’t feel the pounding music bleed away
Straining for your words
Fingers trace across your skin
Kisses to lips
Forehead
Cradle your hand in mine
Kiss your palm
The uninhibited laugh at some phrase that buoys me up for days
All this
Lack
Builds
Heartbeat of need
Wells up
Breaks surface
I wear it naked in my gaze
That lingers too long on the pale sweep of your neck