I steal you from her;
push your buttons with my lips,
reprogram your heart.
relationships
Morning light.
I am the white curtain,
you are the light
that passes through me—
without stopping.
Dinner [a Haiku].
We sit in silence,
You poke at peas with a fork,
I know we are done.
Power play.
I don’t want to get to know you,
I just want to stroke your shadow;
let your darkness slip through my fingertips like black silk,
until I have you— wrapped around
my little finger.
October.
Your arms around mine,
a pumpkin vine—
intertwined;
we grow.
Played.
I press hot fingernails into flesh,
my red venom contrails on your spine.
You strum my softness nimbly—
musically—
I guess that’s why they call it
fingering.
Walk of shame.
It’s almost Halloween.
The neighbors put up those fake spiderwebs
again.
I drop my keys
and get caught up—
How fucking appropriate.
As soon as I untangle myself
from your sheets
I get tangled up in these infernal webs.
I’m just.
trying.
to get home.
I’m sorry [a Haiku].
We sit on the bus,
Your heart says hello to mine,
My mouth says goodbye.
I counted
I counted your lashes
Like they were wishes
And blew them,
Dandelion seeds
Across our universe.
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