Drink

She is a maze
In a blue bruised haze
Tough skin
Fragile veins
Bleeding confusion
That I will drink
Like a glass of red wine
A bottle at a time
My claim to fame
Assimilating quickly
Liquid pain…
While concurrently causing
More of the same.

Soon

I yearn for Fall
For the heat to cool
And a night
When the moon
Cooperates.

Buried

Delicately I place
My submissive self
Upon a secret shelf.
Softly I lull her
Into dreamless sleep,
While bleakly I brush
The dust of desire
From my breast,
Extinguish the fire,
And store the rest
Of disregarded desires
In a redwood chest
To be buried at sea,
Minus lone key,
The only sliver
Of silent truth
Gilded and gleaming
Inside of me.

Wet Dream

I grip
The muscles
On his back,
Run red-tipped
Fingernails
Down the slant
Of his jaw line,
Lying
Beneath him
In a dew dripped
Dress, ripped
By writhing, and driving,
And seeding screams
In the soft raw
Soil of
Aftershave scented
Dreams.