Wednesday, May 23, 2012


Side saddle I ride you and I have not moved an inch.
Side saddle I ride you atop your heaving back.
I want a whimper but I get a sigh.
I am ghost and fantasy for if you knew I were here
You’d be left sweaty
You’re face down and sleeping.
Laying above you and off to your left
I am wondering what your shoulder feels like under tongue

Why you choose to remain there is part of your perpetual stumbles.
Your deliberate pain tired me to only coach you out of love
which you accepted with a magnitude great enough to make you feel complete.

Epiphany, you choke on your wonder
You sprang to your feet
Spellbound you feel heady.
While I fantasy you and leave vapor


My ejaculate rests enclosed
within your dream.
Liquefying your sanity
and tempting your previously proud
craggy edge.
My scream rank with your thumb
to suffice my scribed efforts
frozen irony holding title
to everything new
holding claim to yesteryear property
year only
year only
year only for modesty to claim
decade antagonist
20% of my life.