new

sticky eyes
languid evenings
and oh shit public sex in lightless closets
emergences and refusals to be embarrassed
jesus fucking christ it's great to be under your eyes,
ecstasy in a glance and no need to do that over analysis thing
hungry for lips--bite, bite, biting
can't really--aw fuck--
omg--fuck--fuck--sticky skin,
waking up, hold me, hold you
some more, more, more
more, more.
just more.
if there were a way to crawl into you,
swallow you up,
eat you whole,
that is what I want and it would be the worst thing
because what I want every day is to consume you again.

Activism

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8D9TyAO_5c

moving on

again.
settled down against my better instincts.
picking up and dusting off,
untangling and untethering.
new ride.

kind of woman

you make pancakes for

"where did I find you"

"on the computers"

green-blue eyes and perma-smile,

hairy chest

i d k

rainy snuggle bunny. hmph.

other

other than
sweet spot
itch and giggle
smell of me on your neck
shake it off before turning the knob
that leads into the familiar

i play the exotic bird
who bakes
up a crazy career.
not meant for that,
not that
never marry a Mexican
and never grab at the sparks
that shoot up from the fire.

proving

playing house.
he is perfectly handsome,
the sex is lacking,
but I cum anyway and all the time.

wake and wonder where I am
he comes in with fresh coffee
he clears the kitchen.

but his kiss is so ordinary,
comforting like coming home.

I avoid questions, I avoid.

not love, just comfort.
I'll get the broom, you get the shovel.