You're gonna come down in sheets And I'm gonna take it Because I need it It's a reluctant pummeling It's a rejoice with a relapse Sick gray daze hazes of rain beating me, bathing me scathing frigidity drifting over me I measure in inches what you've given gathered sand to keep you at bay and pray for more I've raided stores And boarded up for your arrival Come to me Flood my streets I'm gonna curse And vow to sleep through it all but I'll admit, I am enthralled watching and waiting for the onslaught peeking through curtains watching puddles turn to lakes turn to seas of all that we need and I will squeal "Please let up." And it will pound on until it's done. You could always get more than you can handle and be grateful for it.
Rainstorming

Vines
I want to be smothered in blackberry and ivy in the inebriated drips of this honey thick heat,
Every barbed tendril puncturing my stifled body,
Oozing my sticky-sweet juice, slathering your whole.
Cover my all, take me in!
It seems all I ever learnt of love is how to succumb.

Shhhhh…
Say something or nothing at all
get out the gag or lets have a ball
hours of words I want dripping down my leg
are stifled by silence, cause me to beg
Lovers forget the keys handcuffs require
wrought in the irons of their verbal fire
Wriggle your whipping tongue in the odes
of impressionable lines, lashes of code
that impress every part of me, exposed
But instead, here we sit, with mouths safety pinned
staring at each other, hand curled ’round armrest ends
hush clenched fingernails deep digging in
Single fingers on lips never rub quite enough
to start dialogue, garrulous dialogue, that strips me to buff
I’ve orifices at the ready to receive your tirade
Articulate diction to undo the bed that we made
Open your mind, our hearts, your mouth, my thighs
I’m all ears, well, almost, if you’re one of those guys

Octopussy

to your inky den
and let every writhing tentacle in
nevermind the oxygen It’s time to get literal
The lighthouse lit the littoral
and aquatic path for clittoral
lapping octet limbs so visceral Knots I’ve swam for that naughty, nautical nymph
and sank below the dismal depths He takes me and each lack of breath ravages me with enzymes till nothing’s left It’s getting graphic, oceanographic preferring the aquatic over plastic pleasures derived from drastic measures steeped in superficial tactics So, I want to squirm with serpentine squid them putting in and pulling out again squeezing air, not there, and then assimilating my flesh until I meet my end.

Inadmittance


Sangrinora

Start with the ragged fleck of skin from my slender finger pulling slowly, like a runner root Let the fresh air be introduced to dermis wet with it’s raw awakening Shuck me like an onion shedding layers and forcing bleary tears .
Disrobe my entirety, freeing me from the suit of my bearing divorce the connective tissue My fluids and nectarous pith
are ripe like summer’s last plum Get at that rind like a kid on Christmas morn for I can sense how great your thirst .
Cup that sanguinal fluid, wring each limb thoroughly
careful not to spill a drop. Feel my plasmatic liquor soak your every last cell Juice it dry, so you can preserve and later savor that which deserves to be kept in a bottle

The wind: a breath, a current

Obliteration Alliteration

Pickinggrapes

This is where I want to bees.
You were buzzing around
I’ve been warned to steer clear
You were busy and I wanted to be…
With you
I followed you home
Into that hexagonal drone
And begged for a moment alone
Oh the look in your eyes eyes eyes
The rage and surprise
I could tell I was gonna get stung
I’m allergic, you know
I’ll die in your throes
And if you sting me, you’ll die in mine
Alas, taunted to no end
He clutched me and began
Abdomen, arched and driving
Injecting, stabbing, stinging
My heart slowing, my ears ringing
Warm sticky honey dripping down my thighs
Ohhhhhh the rage and surprise!

A good thrashing
