Monday, November 24, 2014

At times, I forget to utilize my patience.
And it costs much more than a passing moment of my discomfort.
It costs peace and amiability in relationships. It can sometimes cost entire relationships.

I have to deal. I am learning how to deal.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Blue Eye by Jacob Lange

I have love for you
Rooted in my jawbone

Your secret perfume
Convection heat in a back seat

I want your thin fingers
Tangled in the web of my ribs

I want to lose you
In the honeycombed purple layers of my heart tissue

I will cradle your head on my sternum
Letting my lungs do the work

If only 
Your elbows were not so sharp

Then I would crave the dig of your fingernails
Your pastures of hair
The butterfly tremble of your lips

Speechless- words no longer hold the weight
My tongue on the novel curves of your sigh
Tasting the twenty summers of your growth

Trembling due to lack of oxygen
Trembling at the onset of lust

The kneading want of knuckle bones 
Drawing me ever closer to the colors of light 

Static in the stereo of the 
Cerebral cortex 

Bunched nerves 
Shocked into submission 
By your bleached bone canines

Open and breathe 
The quick pinch endocrine valves 
Releasing steam 

Drape me with your skin
Wrap me up in your pulsing warm veins

I bleed blue 
On every day of the week 

I am deafened
By the rage of your heartbeat 

I am stricken dumb 
The symphony of your eyelids
Swelling in my chest a familiar lust

The wind from your eyelashes 
Could blow us out of this winter 
And right into spring 

All the days of the year
I bleed blue

The dedication of your palm 
On my cheek
Warms me like a leaf in sunlight

Peel me layer from layer
You will find no lies in between the pages

I am your machine
Waiting to be properly lubricated
I cannot wait for our first day under the sun
I can't wait to get you out of the fluorescent lights
Of the Assembly line 
We will journey together to forgotten realms
And sleep beneath the strange constellations


This is one of those things that will always make me cry. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

I think I'd like apprentice a successful sociopath.

I caught myself thinking,

'I hope you died in the bathroom' 
when you didn't come back for a few extra minutes.