What is Love?
How do I answer this question,
if I’ve never been in Love?
Strip down naked.
Awkwardness of nakedness.
I feel so visible, too visible
I feel ashamed.
Shameful and shy,
at the same time.
Love has never stopped by,
Love has never shown its face
How am I supposed to know,
what Love feels like,
what Love looks like,
what Love tastes like,
if I’ve never even met this thing
you call “love”?
held her hands—wanting
to tell her to be a girl,
my tongue was a male-stones
but for sure I can teach her to love
hard as stone / soft as her name
LONG LEAN, NEED TO BE CLEANED BY TONGUE….. I WANT YOU POISED
ABOVE ME, GIANT, WAITING TO CONSUME ME….
I WANT TO WALK IN YOUR MOUTH, EXPLORE YOUR
TASTE, BUT NEVER IN HASTE….
I WANT TO FEEL YOUR QUIET CURL AROUND
ME IN A SIGH…
I PEAK, OVERFLOWING IN WHITE PUDDLES AS YOU MAKE
FOOTPRINTS INSIDE ME….
YOUR FINGERS TRACE SILHOUETTE OUTLINES, TAKING
PICTURES OF THE DEAD, THEIR LAST BREATH….
I WANT TO TRANSFORM IN WHAT USE TO BE YOUR GOLDEN
HALO, NOW IT CREEPS UPON AUTUMN, YOU, JUST TURNING
RIPE FOR ME TO INDULGE ON YOUR BULGE…..
I WANT TO WATCH YOUR EYES BECOME WHOLE AS I
REACH INTO YOUR SEA, SWIMMING, FROLICKING,
TIPS FINGER FANGS JUST FOR ONE DROP OF RED…
I WATCHED YOU SWELL, DWELL, PEEPING, SEEKING, NOW
I WILL MOLD YOU INTO MY DESTRUCTION, JUST TO CRUMBLE
YOU CLOUDY MY RAINBOWS, CAN’T RESIST MY SWEET
I WANT TO FEEL YOU GROW INSIDE ME, LIMBS
SPROUTING INTO ORGASMIC DELUSIONS, BREAKING
FLESH, DECOMPOSING RIGHT BEFORE YOU…
I WANT TO REMAIN HIGH ON YOU….
I TUMBLE IN YOUR COPPER, BECOMING YOUR
STRINGS OF SILK TIE ME, BIND ME, AND SO I BECOME
JUST A MEMORY, SOMETHING TO WASTE THOUGHTS ON
WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING….
BECOMING FETAL, YOU SLEEP, ONCE AGAIN