A Tiny Affair

I died today it was a tiny affair and no one came just me and your grave an unexpected deep well of what-a-twist in store the plot thickens and bends the shape of my heart to the debt of a slave that cannot ever fully be repaid I wept filled with regrets having caused pain…

Second Chance

Everyday is another chance staring into this frozen knot in the gullet that just won’t go down the kind of awkward you can’t spit or swallow that makes me slow and self-conscious where to correct I discovered a role of strength with a broken fan an old worn mask the ink of my craft burns…

Butterfly

It cuts like the cold wind winter’s bitter old me you got yours I got mine it’s tight like I can’t breathe here or too big like open sea dizzying extremes it still hurts like crazy whichever way I squeeze like you and I how could I trip and avoid dredging through this seventh house…

Tuning

A is for ardent like the vibrant 440 vibration resonance I’m touched with just a little bit by striking it against the surface of your pure and all of me reverberating waiting a moment to allow the first overbearing overtones to die out my prongs apart and together and you hold the node your handle…

pure

I am this drop dead sexy lazy yet vibrant lascivious curl the corner of a smile love the little frivolous details that turn my lock with your key open you’re in me so deep this choking in my throat you are the fine handler of the lithest Mutha’ watch your mouth boy talking to a…