12:05 am / Wednesday, Jul. 01, 2009
Her skin clings but won't bark-chip
and I am stuck pondering the contradictions of lust--
confusions and revisions of the same desperate line
But-- I loved you,
I loved you,
I love you never sounded right.
I have a fervent untrimmed wick.
When I flicker: I slip--
unless I forget and dial tonight.
I will not call.
But her eyes closed tightly when she kissed me--
I watched as her eyelashes
fluttered and fell on my
I will cry your wishes away.
I will try to forget we existed.
I will twist and thrash unleashed and unabashed
I will make a loud noise.
I will scream in my sleep
when the moment to choose confronts me.
Why when our fingertips itched
were our tangles strewn out in obsessive neat
my lust and the pain in her taking.
my desperate ache for her lip.
for the smell she occupied and wore
like the smell of mold on trees
I cannot change the way she bleeds.