Sunday, June 29, 2008

I want to see Him, still, soaking in the tub,
the edge of the water lapping up against His collar bones.
He smiles.
His lips, red from the steam of the water.
He studies his toes. 

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

he would always put his nose to the top of her head just where the twirl began, and stay there just smelling her. sniffing the soul out of the crown of her head. he would linger there for moments, then move her hair with shaky, sweaty hands. 

Monday, June 23, 2008

Thursday, June 19, 2008

The sun on a clear, autumn day.

The wind as it catches the hood of your jacket.

The way I feel only lying next to you. When I hear that song.

If I glance at you when you’re reading across the room.

When you walk in front of me and I can see your skinny legs and butt through your corduroys.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I've been sleeping deeply, not dreaming of the creases in your skin bleeding with my inconsideration. Your eyes are puffed up, now. It's almost if the night had never happened. It's turning into words.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Thursday, June 12, 2008

carolina butter corn

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I listened to the tears in your eyes.
Slow, steady, tumbling down your cheek
into the tapestry We bought together.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

You'll love this: I am under investigation by my school for lewd/pornographic misusage of the internet. The charge was accrued while I was researching information for a lesson on the poetry of Anne "Sex"ton.

I'm innocent, of course.

Monday, June 9, 2008

My sweetheart sweetheart
I lie under sheets of ripe leaves
Thinking of You, fire
at the triangle where My legs
meet the body from the Words, written.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Her eyes, the blanket
stare. Can Those
be compared to Your couch the Night
My dress was around my
ankles, limp and
waiting to be replaced by Your fingers.
Slip off My shoulder and to the basement floor.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

You, dearest. Cover me in your
Sweat. And entice Me to lick from your Bones,
the water in your Skin. Then, write me a Song
Sounding like
a Log.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Stumbling, soaked, pounding, screaming.