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
I’d swim right down into 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
She won’t admit it, but
she wants to be a cause worth pursuing;
To make a man
sprint
trapezius flaring,
jugular bulging,
hands
clenched and pumping
with determination;
tackled to the ground
and ravaged like a battlefield.
.
She won’t admit it,
but she wants to be a territory worth fighting for,
even if she fights back,
she is begging
to be won;
to have a soldier
of desire
conquer her,
to be completely
surrounded
by his might,
to have him launch an attack
so fierce
it will end in
bloody surrender.
.
She won’t admit it,
She will be coy, will put up walls
She wants torn down,
Will wail for her troops
to save her,
But her lusting heart is a defector
Longing to be shackled
And bound, impounded
And pounded into
Succumbed weak yielding torture.
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
A breath
went for a walk
with two gallivanting fingers
up and down
her spine
That doormat
sure can hold on tight
when the wind
comes from behind
A breath
that couldn’t talk
through pillows and trachea hugs,
exhaled in tears
and darkened stratospheres,
that muffled wind
who can bend and ascend
to the heights of beanstalks
Some foreign breath
that blows wind chimes
carries, like rivers,
the silence
and disseminates
the seeds
much like dandelion weeds
to a distant resting place
for unspoken violence
The wind: a breath, a current
that strips trees or tickles noses,
waves flags,
shifts sand,
and is a collection
of the sighs
of millions of years’ toil
Obliteration Alliteration
While I tease you stay seated
So to get a rise, I say I’ve cheated
I’m assaulted, not insulted
I’ll beg but never ask
I am victimized whilst you are mesmerized
I am heavily scented, but never consent
While you are stroked, I am stricken
You are baited, and I am beaten
You so brut, I so bruised
A boor, boobs, and booze
wild whipping whet with wheedled whimpers
the bed post spire split to splinters
I confess, as we are confluent, my conjugal convictions
indeed intact, intense, entire, inseparable, intrinsic.
Retracting as you withdrawal
I’ll always be your doll.
Pickinggrapes
They told her she should go to meetings
She didn’t go
They said the healing would be slow
That it would take time to quit hating men
And that it’s normal to consider being lesbian
She never uttered a word, seemingly in shock
Who would understand the joy of being stalked?
And to whom could she confide that it was a fantastic ride
That forceful slide
“Prevention is key.” they impressed
“You mean, like, don’t leave the window open when you’re getting dressed?”
“Yes, and quit dressing like a filthy whore.
And when you return home, lock your door.”
As if collecting a to do list
But planning
for the opposite
Those animals can pick up a scent
And follow it
And what they want, they always get
She will be waiting in that parking garage
Red lipstick, stilettos on
Curvy black hair, Seductive dress
Lingering for that quick, sick caress
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
Thrashing about like someone with seizures from epilepsy,
but more, you know… sexy.
It’s love, with teeth, biting rope
a kiss a moan a grope
A scream shatters the air
pulled hair
nails running down a back
a smack
Thrashing around like a fish out of water
but you know… hotter
It’s passion with abuse
a caress, a thrust, a bruise
Slippery and reckless, yet controlled
to have and to hold
A sweaty intimate struggle
with a snuggle
