Thursday, July 7, 2011

on sexual pleasure

what else is it but an itch
constantly craving to be scratched?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

like water VII

this time in the swimming pool
with the water
clogging my nose
making me

my arms
flailing in dramatic motions
my face
crinkling into a painful frown

i wondered if
i could
ever be
as dignified about the water
getting into me

as the water was about me
getting into it.

Friday, July 1, 2011


i will always be loaded with a history
that is you

each new relationship i enter
is colored by what we had
and what we lost

especially by what we lost.

there is a corner in my heart that is untidy
it is in that corner
that we set up a stall
and gave away our innocence
for free

we took our time getting bruised
and yet, what's left tastes
mostly sweet.

inside my heart there was a pocket for you
that is not there
it is not there at all
it is missing
it followed you out.

when you left
you tore through the stitches
leaving a hole deep and wide

now everything i put inside
comes tumbling out.