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The part That pulls me in And the part That holds on tight The part That shook my hand Is the part That makes it right

The part That rocks the cradle Or the part That cradle the rocks Is the part That rules the world Or the part That stops all the clocks

When the part That pushes me away Or the part That slaps my face Becomes the part I long to cling to When it's gone Without a trace

Twenty to ten

As the sun settled down

Getting closer to your ego, soaring wild

Laying on the whites

In your baggy-ass sweats,

And a deliberately quirky smile

You inspired me to negotiate

Their horizontal position

I could claim I wasn’t at fault

A slow hand, a pull

Venus revealed

Pushing movement and breath to a halt

Now I said that you’re quirky,

Free-spirited to boot

But I swear you’ve got narrative purpose

And one that is more

Than any I know

In the godforsaken circus

Still…

If you aim to be

The manic pixie dream girl

With less of a story than zero

Then at least let me

Be the other half

Your brooding and mundane hero

There you were,

Standing in the doorway,

Pink shades and arms in a pose,

Like a prowling pixie,

Waiting to pounce on me

And sprinkle that magic dust over me,

Making me levitate.

Feet a foot above ground,

Arms around you,

Attached,

Burying my face in your golden locks

And your warm, pulsating neckline.

Lips to skin,

To taste.

Freckles to connect,

Like a never-ending pathway

To the place that lies behind

Those bright blue eyes.

An uncertain look,

Biting that thick lower lip

While exhaling Camels.

You grab me by the pant line,

Drag me to the edge,

Smiling,

Push me to the covers

And break me into pieces

As you speak your certain creed:

“This is the way.”

At the end of the day

It was myself I lost in your mirror

As I stood there glaring at your naked body

With a sliver of hope that my reflection would be more solid than my shadows,

And not just a puddle of our collected fears

And so it was

I stood my ground

As you danced along the edge

Of where our bodies used to touch,

And where our minds just jumped the ledge

Where we misbehaved

In sadness

Hand over mouth,

Muffled,

Deep inside hearts that found that

Where there’s a way, there’s a will

So still,

Navigating each other’s

Unbearable beauty

33 years to come to this place

33 days till again we will speak

33 hours traveling deep in your space

33 minutes to make you weak

But just 33 seconds to forget me

I have a cure for your ache in so many ways

If you’ll bother to read what will follow

Perhaps not forever, but it’ll last you for days

My flower, my tiger, my swallow

I know I am just one in a city of souls

And I know love is constantly dying

But the least I can do is to reach for those goals

There’s no shame, no foul in just trying

If you’ll breathe for me, then I’ll breathe for you

And we’ll never forget to exist

With bodies entwined, like lovers would do

And lips entangled as we kissed

Granted…

Perhaps not a cure, and I know it’s not much

But hear what I have to say

It will last us a minute, an hour or such

And if we hold tight, then even a day

On the first day of summer

I sat on your floor

And watched as you stretched to the core,

Hands to your feet

And ass in the air —

Between breaths you were searching for more.

Or was it just me,

I thought to myself,

Closing in on your resting hips,

An arm ‘round your waist

And one to mischief,

I managed to borrow your lips.

You smiled with your eyes

And sighed with your heart

As the night traveled on without goal,

Me unaware,

You showing signs

Of your restless insomniac soul.

I woke with a jolt,

Eyes opened wide,

And found you where I left you, so still,

Breathing without movement,

Speaking without sound,

Radiant, all against your own will.

I scribbled on a napkin

What I wanted to say

But left it with a shot at the bar

Smoky and crowded

With me all alone

Like a deep emotional scar

I could tend to your wounds

Or give you another

Most likely that’s what will be

As we try to love

Just as hard as we fell

But equally fail you and me

Like birds of a feather

We’re in this together

Is there even a point in trying

With you all in a fluster

Daring to share

And me on the verge of dying

Happy Valentine

“Though colored like a rose She is always blue My intent is not what she’s seeing She lights up a smoke And exhales at the thought of the unbearable lightness of being”

From the haze in her eyes And the weight of her lip I can tell that she is longing to feel From the curve of her heart To the edge of her thigh I can sense she is about to keel

The light starts spreading From the touch of a word Smoothing the eldest of scars Getting close without living Letting darkness enthrall It is high time to rekindle her stars

Though colored like a rose She is always blue My intent is not what she’s seeing She lights up a smoke And exhales at the thought of the unbearable lightness of being

Some things are temporary Like the prints on your ass from the spank Like the taste of your flowery beauty Or the buzz from the wine that we drank

Like the fear from a shadowy corner Or the dream of a whole other life Like the rush from my flitted emotion From the thoughts you would breathe in my life

Others are painfully permanent Like the cuts on your thighs from the doubts Like the poison they've left there inside you Or the way silence seems like shouts

Like the sun in the sky above us Or the waves crashing down till they break Like death’s stranglehold that will end us Or the words we have left in our wake

Both of us weightless