once was a queen |
I dream of my tonguelicking rocks ...earth's salt sweeton my teeth bitingdown into the coreof God's rhythm.I want to swallowthe sea like warmlove on my lipsafter he dances formy fingers...I remaina gi...
Posted by blue blue on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 12:13:00 PST |
drunk in the daylight |
I seem to be unravelingthread by threadmy socks disappearingmy heart being auctioned offto the one bidder whowants to throw darts at me for being so damn humanmy love interest a state awaymy affairs m...
Posted by blue blue on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 02:07:00 PST |
minor chords |
I am raw under mypanic... I might cry if youdon't smileat me.This is just me beingreal.love me orat leastrub my headwith careand tell memy eyes arebeautiful.He always worehis life likea silk tiearound...
Posted by blue blue on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 11:42:00 PST |
no title |
I run the gamutfrom A to seventeen...my fingers slide likemagic down his thighsgetting confused at hisknees and wondering whatcomes next. I fake itand swallow all of himas if he were chocolateon a sa...
Posted by blue blue on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 12:20:00 PST |
contemplation at 1am |
the moon is pulling meto the window to seemy reflection in the universe:a tall long-legged face againstthe glass of stars, afraidto be unafraid inside thecircle keeping gravity at bay.I might be naked...
Posted by blue blue on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:13:00 PST |
this love thing |
It aches and grabs all thegood stuff frominside me...he writes meas if we neverfucked the suninto happinessas if the nightnever sighedwith our joyas if time nevergot confusedby our youthfulbacktrackin...
Posted by blue blue on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 02:56:00 PST |
confessions |
Post a poem, he saidas if my fingers couldjust throw some words down and hit the target..well, words like me andoften dance when I sighbut I am someone who has to walk around the block half a dozen ti...
Posted by blue blue on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:35:00 PST |
words past midnight |
I slide them down intomy pockets hoping theywill stop yammeringand dream themselves intopoetry that will wake upin my morning light andflirt with the side of methat hates poetry... the other side ofme...
Posted by blue blue on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 12:50:00 PST |
sliding the pain |
out of my head...it's round and shinyand rolls across the floorlike a radioactive marbledancing with the lightbulbs.His name threads throughit, gloating. My mother'slack of smile leaves shadows. Lov...
Posted by blue blue on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 12:51:00 PST |
I have no title |
for what I'm feeling...sitting here in darknessonly my computer showingme where my feet areon the floor with my messylife strewn everywhere,it's meaning way too oftennothing and that is sharpenough to...
Posted by blue blue on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 10:50:00 PST |
