Poetry
Loved up on the end of your needle
I type to you in my head
Stories of daily momentary commentary
Saying how I miss your face
book pain growing how
Moment by moment I talk of
hope to prick the bubble that is my chat
How much easier to let you speak
To feel the stab of your heroin
Rush through my veins
have your words caress my thighs
Until I can speak no more
roll your words around my tongue
until your eyes skype my tears
It would be easier to yahoo.com
To spread my legs
Scroll down
glide to safety
but for the pace, space that @ inhabit for that to be
But for the pain, withdrawal, rush, throws, convulsions until
The next hit
I dream of you in my head
I want to step closer and tell
-You –
-Touch –
But I am an addict
So I
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I encompassed you,
straddled margins side to side,
Dissected your arteries to anchor memory and
Drunk kisses from your thighs
When the Swan birthed
Feather words on butterfly charms,
Sliding westward like a loving tongue,
I flew from your arms
Your body has heaved
Its last sigh into my hair
Painting a blush mark into my skin
That leaves the ribbon rope ties bare
Terrorist Insurgency
The dentist drilled them out
one by one each mark
mercury poisoned
amalgam of thoughts
and replaced with composite
white
but sometimes twitches occur
tongue catches a crack
then a sliver
of you gets out
He said to tell you
Open your eyes
and see your reflection
While you’ve been travelling
you’ve already arrived
Your plumage has grown
all decked out in white
Awesome with beauty
you’re ready to fly
Look to the future
start beating your wings
You’re been made for this time
it’s your moment to rise