D & P

I could say we painted the city red

Got more violent with every word that he said

I clutched his fighting body with my soft long legs

He dug into me deep,yet he also feeled me up

Our fingers entwined, our lit souls combined

My breasts lightly shook,my bottoms in his hands he took

With all of me hardened and my watermelon soft

He hungrily took a bite and in that instant my soul was bought

I sit on his hard and suddenly all is right

The sensation drives him spiraling And I too am sent coming…

Coming to my senses,

Coming to my lenses,

Coming on my menses!

The oil purifies us and we dip in its erotica

I feel his dozen heartbeats when he’s behind me

I feel all our pasts behind us,the pain,the melancholy

I’m a loud one,and he’s attractive.

I’m so turned on my mind switches off

I don’t become animal, I mould into soul

He plays with me twice on this bed

I forget everything I ever found sad

He plays me twice on the bed

A fiercely passionate guitar tune sets off in my head

We’re left exhausted by the romance in our loins

We smile and clutch tighter…

We smile and the new fear sinks deeper

Yes,my love,such creators we are

We made fucking love tonight!

We fucking made love tonight!

If I wrote myself a letter. 

If i wrote myself a letter…

Miss Dee just turned eleven

Still so many presents

Hold on to that tshirt coz Daddy worked till seven

At that Highrise Estate

Came home to you instead

Hug better be tighter,girl i hope this time you listen

To all of his chant and rants

They’ll echo when he can’t

Didn’t think it be so soon and that you’d have to change your name

But baby this man is proud of you

Saw you for your value

You always have your face plastered to a book

Later you’ll paint,write more and even cook

Your head got harder,my oh my,how you’ve grown

Your freedom deepens the farther from home you’re blown

Dont neglect the times you lose yourself within your being

You’ll need to build a foundation for that basecamp

Your taste in music stays odd,get used to it

Don’t tell but you might have tried weed

Granma isn’t who she is to you now

Keep a watchful eye ,anyway,it will count

And Ellen…that’s your name now

It’ll be spoken in joy,anger and pain…foul

To the one who finds me. 

To the person who finds me…

May you not find me sprawled on the floor from exhaustion of calling out for help

Lessen your haste when my voice bawls,crackles and finally dies out from the shallowness of depth

Let me not find your counternance concorted from view of my exposed purple dry tongue

At least save me the unfelt shame of an ugly expression to the stop of my lung

Do,however,hasten before maggots make flesh fudge out of my once glorious body

Allow none to remember only the memory of my rotting brain and faded glory

To you who has found me…

May i not be the first you have found

Instead may you be already thoroughly broken

So much that our meeting won’t leave a mark.

The successful passing of scheduled weddings and birthdays

Of slowly passed eye gazes of love and fully experienced weekdays

Find me when you have seen all that is beautiful and appreciated it

Find me when you have felt the sun on your face

And closed your eyes affectionately to a lover’s embrace 

But mostly when you have smelt the scent of coffee and a lonely flower in the park

And taken long deep breaths as you stare at the full moon in the dark

Now that we have found each other

Forgive my lack of action,it is not voluntary

I probably would find you quite appealing 

If my eyes weren’t staring glassily at the ceiling

The warmth of my body won’t,however, return with this blanket you have covered me with

But I am grateful for the protective thought

Don’t let my loved ones see me like this

My enemies might find peace

The war is over now,anyway.

Fair fight!

Do not wonder whether i could have

I still wouldn’t

Whatever you do…

Make sure I do not end in the sea

Or receive licks from the flames.

Love lessons from the Moon. 

To my dearest Alien… 
Round, white and bright 

Tell me just what I’ve done right 

At times clouds hover under me at night 

Other times big metal human birds in flight 
I understand my lack of cheerfulness sometimes 

I understand because I see the grief in you it finds 

I see my sandy bright reflection in your eyes 

And notice your eager patience when the clouds me do hide 
To my Big Bright Sandy 
I want your shine to be only for me 

Every morn’ and every noon you’re the dazzle I wish to see 

What you’ve done right are the sprinkles in the sky 

And your acknowledgement that they are all mine. 
I see you fighting off the gloom 

Though life gets busy in all these rooms 

I appreciate you hovering around up there 

And pushing light in me when I get too scared 
To my dearest Alien… 
The sprinkles have indeed done their work fine 

Others of your kind with the sprinkles do spend time 

Men in white suits have ruffled my sands 

Charmed you know this but still never change 
I am aware that you get tired down 

But since the beginning of time, my love for you I’ve held down 

Won’t you come out to meet me, dear one? 

Of you get too cold, I promise you the Morning Sun! 

To Bright Sandy.
My heart is weary tonight 

I shan’t glamour in your light Oh how I hate to be a bother! To a lover being loved by another. 
The sprinkles still hold true to their sight 

They even seem to multiply in the dead of night 

My sights are still drawn to you so,Sandy 

But my heart cannot share in the feast of plenty. 
To my dearest Alien… 
I cannot fathom the hurt in your chest 

But I am unseeing of where we’ve gone wrong 

Let me soothe your soul with a Shakespearean verse 

Any loving you need, I promise I’ll make it last long. 
My adoration by another, 

Means positively naught of my lover 

I find your jealousy strangely appealing 

But do not let it scar you till you despise healing. 
Dear Sandy.
Your words are what mean naught 

How can I be sure you are all I thought? 

I require a love made only for I 

When you vow your love, all I do is sigh… 
My jealousy is a sign of affection 

Surely I can’t be wrong to desire your full attention? 

Why must you be for everyone? 

When I want only you and none? 
To my dearest Alien… 
I do not understand the love of your kind 

Nothing but selfishness and clutching all it finds 

Treasure my sand and quit searching for crystals 

Why must you find fault in all life’s mishaps? 
Your insecurities go beyond reason 

Love truly doesn’t come in seasons 

Believe in the love that stays And you’ll find your heart won’t stray. 

10 minute stand.

The piercing look in his eye hints at depth

I can easily say the same about my wide open legs

Our flirty eyes and clumsy movements,

His warm busy fingers…

Creating the rings of Jupiter on my middle…With his thumb

My chest rises and pulls my waist..creating a bump

Nothing else exists right now

Not the milkman at the door

Or the repair man downstairs making rhythm 

Or our lovers in their own worlds

Our phones are dead.

You pull me closer to you but we’re apart

The kisses I smother you with mean naught

I know you aren’t familiar, I had just enough time before it kicked..

In..you get in a bit deeper 

I catch a glimpse. 

They never have good brain nowadays

He chewed me without thought of a taste

Your playfulness with my tits spin me rounder 

No mantaining eye contact- there’s nothing there

I clutch the saintly-white sheets

Your breathing quickens!

This activity is quickly coming to an end.

It really doesn’t matter much, my curiosity isn’t as high anymore 

I dread the aftermath, however 

I have naught to say 

I’ll awkwardly grab my shoes, and my nonexistent heart

You jot me forward and your unfamiliar features concort 

I can tell you want it to last

I’m indifferent and frankly a little tired. 

Unfair. 

I haven’t put in work.

Yet.

You motion me to positions of control 

The only status of power over you I hold

The woman at the top

Just the woman on top.

Of you

Of us.

I should quit creating jokes

This doesn’t exist

We’ll never exist

Your being could reach my bosom

I attempt to decipher your expression.

I can tell that I please you

I sway my lower in the best way I know how to.

I’m motivated,I’m thoroughly aroused, I’m slippery and damp

A viciousness overcomes you and I’m thrown down

I see the wall now and your hard thumps behind me

My eyes are twisted and I bet I  look retarded

The thumping becomes almost monstrous and I feel your being thicken within mine

It shoots out into the shield that keeps us apart

We groan

The last bits of us

No,we don’t exist.

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter,Pitter patter

I wish for a tree and a single  flower

Protect the tree and perhaps a clover
Pitter patter,Pitter patter

You may serenade with your words and jewels

But my heart is set on these two views
Pitter patter,Pitter patter

The sound of the leaves,the scent of life

The colors of creation and dew in due season 

Grant me a love you know how to tender

When struck with poison you’ll be the mender

How shall I entrust a heart such as mine

To a man who destroys in the mine? 

I wish for a gardner who has eyes for beauty that grows in roots 
So Pitter patter,Pitter patter

I wish for a tree and a single flower 

Protect the tree ,and my heart will be your flower.

Mother’s Kitchen

As in a womb,her life had been so perfectly woven here.

Rounded high and tidy was the bun she had tied in her hair

A gentle sway of her hips summoned obedience to order

A Midas touch so intense nothing dared look older.
I had been taught of perfection in selection in this very room 

Told my lifestory and characters should be polished up as does the broom

Only the beautiful brides in her stories get the groom

Now I wonder why my Father never saw her bloom.
In the Winter the only warmth was a fire

Trapped underneath steel pots that never showed retire

Neck-deep in oblivion of the absence of a father

Ignorance never bliss,the sorrow in mother was dire.
The Summer brought sunshine and tunes from a lyre

A controlled loneliness took vacancy in Mother and I

Over soup-making tutorials she’d say with a sigh,

“Grow up out of the kitchen till the day that you die”
These words are echoes of the life that she led

A rose-scented cover and tear-stained bed

All of the pieces of herself that she shed

Became the bread out of which I’m made.
The tidiness and trimmings of which I’d see

Were all the things she wished she’d be

Wrecked and trodden on,I do agree

But my Mother made sure I’d be free
Free to find peace

Free to be praised

Free of all the demons

That my Father raised.