for R Banks ♤
lips caress
the pain from my mind
blue eyes stroke my dying soul
beneath the surface of the black night
while in the frenzy of Danzig’s song you offer me a sip of water puffing away at native tobacco plucking at Goldie’s chords your life rearranged across your chest just a foreword to the quest that brought us two together
spider’s web on the corner
the dust and sunlight dance
a waltz
cracks in my bones books on my shelves chipped polish on my nails
the spider has gone to another land and i wonder if she was a pilgrim looking for God as well
not in the mood for anything to eat i sit and watch my cat sneak around the tables
silence in my heart and in the windows purple orange skies
no particular need for any promise i’m quite grown up
and think beyond those silly things
but every now and then the feeling flutters like a moth outside his lantern how did time
escape from me
ah yes a broken glass
in the midst of my heart
your chest swells and collapses in slow motion
i miss watching the hairs curled up tight in salt and pepper rosettes
you didn’t love me i was too young but on cold lonely nights you couldn’t stay away from my womanly thighs
i drank alone on the floor cursing the day i was born then when the sun took her post
i walked through my door having to face the world again
we look each other
in the bloodshot eyes and laugh
you pull me forward
i tilt my head right
you go to the left chin down
i stand on my toes
my scared lips brush yours
as our inks spill across our
hearts painting our fate
sweet fleshy skin warm
kiss like nothing else
your orange creamy tart taste will into honey turn if we lay in the sun together
the smell of green emanates from you within calling me to pull the knife
i strip you down to your ripe round middle and gently nibble and suck you down
and when the time is right i stroke you down as i’m reminded of his long missed circumcision
and our tropical walks through Walmart aisles shopping for the Fourth of July
look into my obsidian eye gypsy with diamonds in my hair
i am queen behold tragedy below my feet the rose bush is on fire
delicious pungent profound lust between my thighs
nocturnal the rivers that rush and smother my mound
invited you are to swim below my navel weave the carnal rhythm inside my cave
look stare won’t you into me i am night hungry for longing
it’s too late taste the honey of the poisoned combs deep in your desire you’ve trapped your soul
slowly do i come lay my mouth upon your genesis
before you know me the ashes in my lair
i seep into your body on top as mistress i am revenge is mine
while i strangle your dragon with the gripping force of my goddess beginnings
before the war there is a dewey peace betwixt our two horizons
after the deluge emanating from the center of my all
you lay out bewildered in drunk dusky oblivion
thin and cold
red where i bit them
the whisker burn on my chin
your grip around the small of my back
tightens like a snake while wet drunken bitter blood tinged lips suckle the wilderness from mine
in my kitchen calico lady cat yawns at the sunny rays piercing the window
she don’t like tuna a real nut job of a cat
my coffee’s ready four cubes and half and half we engage eyes the cat and i
she stretches ten feet long including freshly sharpened claws on the leg of the velvet black couch
i concede she’s the queen i drink coffee smokey creamy good i think of a certain lover of long ago
the cat she knows my thoughts i blush a little her pupils broaden at my joyful shame
my memories entwined with coffee steam like my lover’s clumsy breath descending on my bright pink mound
to miss not the sensation but the act of being held for a few moments by a pair of hungry arms
sensing the melancholy seeping in the cat meows at me asking that we share a glance out the window
my carnations had bloomed again after a long blue winter
moon peeks slowly orange glow beautiful at two in the morning
we inebriated on thoughts on old angers and accusations
moon she shows cleavage through silks and laces tailored for her by the Venus
we savage with our voice one fist raised above the other torn lapels teary eyes your cut knuckles my need to run
moon swells enormous pregnant by the Mars no weeping in her labor she knows how to raise the stars
we impassioned and raged swell in our erotic locations kissing negotiations the climax nears the horizon
moon wanes with satisfied relief and the pinkest carnal flush
words less spoken 