* this is a representational, not exhaustive list, as I had limited space.
Tag Archives: sex
things I wrote during lunch this week
the hollywood sign
laughs at me as I speed, di-
sheveled, down Sunset
//
low-pile carpet burns
my knees when I’m down on them,
not that you would care.
//
the THREE of them they
hold me hostage with anti-
cipation and want.
//
I’m still embarrassed,
that thing I said to you that
you don’t remember.
//
you touched me in those
dark sweet places but it was
just a midnight dream.
//
the thing on my desk
it says GRIEVANCE in all caps;
I think about sex.
//
give me three minutes
and 17 syllables
I’ll tell you what’s what.
your hands on my face
my spirit is sick
holy fuck
I just want your hands on my face!
you who I do not know
you who I already know
you who I’ve always known
I just want your hands on my face!
I wake up
alls I can think about
is
purging this sickness out
of
my
soul
hopelessly hoping
for your hands on my face
you who
I do not
know.
an urgent mistake
I don’t think that sex was platonic
non-alcoholic
buzzing on empty
a doctor’s appointment
I don’t think that sex was platonic
harbor the fugitive
tuck them in gently
no sickness here
I don’t think that sex was platonic
karate chop Tuesday
cutting teeth
an urgent mistake
only natural
I think it’s only natural
that you lust after my hot body
because it’s true,
my body is hot.
This might be something
that you want to work on,
however.
