contact high

April 24, 2019February 3, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

your fingers in my mouth

last night

your grey eyes pierce

the defense

green eyes beg for mercy

fingers palms around my breasts

your lips have sealed

my arguments

the weight of your command

over me while my legs lock you in

nothing about us

is so simple

while our breathes spar under the stars

the waves have chosen sides

an angry surge and im on top

but your hands clutch my hips

ive fallen under your rhythm

studying the pleasure on my face

rolling like the ocean

you gain command of the tautness

of my body

denying me nirvana by the shore

the traces of urgency on your wrinkled brow

are buried in my tangled hair

fingers locked in final battle

we come to a mutual agreement

a las 3:37 a.m.

April 22, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 5 Comments

a noche soñé contigo

sentí me rostro en tu

pecho muy masculino

y tu corazón latía

como un tango

cuando abrí mis ojos

desangraban lagrimas

de pena abandonada

me toque a si misma

buscando el ardor

del placer que una vez

me brindabas

cerré mis ojos y la

tristeza me tomo

de mi mano y fui

en sueños a los

infiernos del rechazo

às 3:37 a.m.

eu sonhei com você à noite

eu senti meu rosto na sua

peito muito masculino

e seu coração estava batendo

como um tango

quando abri meus olhos

eles estavam sangrando lágrimas

de tristeza abandonada

eu me toco

procurando o ardor

do prazer que uma vez

você me ofereceu

eu fechei meus olhos e

tristeza eu levo

da minha mão e eu fui

em sonhos para o

infernos de rejeição

at 3:37 a.m.

i dreamed about you last night

i felt my face on your

very masculine chest

and your heart was beating

like a tango

when i opened my eyes

they were bleeding tears

of abandoned grief

i touched myself

looking for the ardor

of the pleasure that you

once offered me

i closed my eyes and the

sadness took me

by my hand and i went

in dreams to the

infernos of rejection

sing

April 20, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 9 Comments

hey

Mr. Walt

how are you

i’m at Whole Foods

nature and wholesomeness now vacuumed packed

i daydreamed of you while my cell phone crashed

i can’t feel me

tortured girl

i miss

you

grass

you wrote

about it

my feet have turf

pictures of log cabins stored in a box

at the natural museum deemed worthless

Walt my spirit

aches for time

with you

sing

pink spider love

April 18, 2019September 19, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

the tendons in my arms

sense of falling up

pangs and hisses

hole in the walls

beyond the sill

pigeons puff in heat

summer i feel

of the spinning axis

loss of sense no thoughts

just empty glass after empty glass

bumps on the gooses i think i think

looking up hanging down from the window

i think im Spiderman

woman that’s me

turn on my water works

over who

last one for the road

yes you hurt me

one toke full glass

new chance

i want to get off

now

those gray eyes

you’re passed out

on the bed made by

the leaders of example past

i remain standing

questionable victory

in this battle of the sexes

a noiva rosa

April 15, 2019April 15, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 6 Comments

don’t be sad moon rose

the groom saw your trailing veil

he comes to you soon

routine

April 14, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 4 Comments

your lip moves a little

eye lids wild sleep takes you

i imagine i kiss you and i ever so lightly

touch your arm hold your calloused hand your scent invades me as i yearn to be taken

yet in your waking hours you revoke permission of my eyes

landing on you

i could watch for ever your gray eyes trap me

you laugh at me my smile drops in

as i feign glee outwardly the flower i brought you

has wilted away then i sang you my love on bloody knee

you stood over me and shook your head

Sarah

April 12, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

Moon, forgive my
untender truth
your soft light
cannot fertilize
like the Sun’s atomic
beams blazing on
my barren scarred
womb where there
might be hope, still

for KC

April 11, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 8 Comments

cracked

brittle

wilted heart

tear stained stars

foot steps quick ahead tonight

path crumbles in the coming of the light

blown kisses of holy waifs of the past who hold the saddened skylines tiny roads turn to the west with hunger

seeking a forgiveness for the crossing into a dimension of dandelions and dragons chasing rainbows in x-ray negative a vision quest of uncertainty where the road breaks into infinity amongst baby green silent hills

in transition there are trenches carved in judgment waiting for the sentence of a higher kind for actions of wasted time

the mile is longer than the wings of messengers as my legs tremble

road of life cobbled in touchstones signaling slowly

daring us to move on

alone all together

once more

whole