As we lay spent, naked, and intermingled, he confessed.
“For years, I never had a girl friend. And, I had housemates. And, on Friday and Saturday nights, the walls would almost cave in with all their fucking. And, I would be sitting in my room alone. It’s nice to have somebody to love. Especially, someone like –” he garbles his last word as he lightly sucks my hip.
It sounded like he said “Cain,” but I know he said “you.”
My Daddy used to always say no one ever won the Marlboro contests. They were all scams. I just knew the Marlboro man was more true than my old man.
My Daddy died of a heart attack when our shed caught fire in a surprise, summer thunder storm.
The smoke and flame seemed like another creature than on my Marlboro Red tips.
I lost my Daddy without ever showing him I was a winner.
Now, I think about him whenever I feel the clunk of my Marlboro thermos against my leg.
Red fire and hot coffee.
Confession:
I want to suck your blood.
Question:
What do you want to suck?
Exposition:
I savor the red copper my teeth excavate from your neck.
Your tortured pain feeds my decadent delight.
We revel in the spurts of smoke and jasmine.
Come to me, or I’ll come to you.
I await haunted dreams of us.
Any offer is best.
Rip it from my chest.
Pet it, hide it, eat it.
Afloat among your gastro hole acids
my delirious heart swims
pleased to dissipate
into your fibrous, scarlet walls
becoming nothing and you.
daddy imparts
“don’t change horses in mid-”
sentences punctuated
with beauty marks.
moles develop;
ugly personal growth.
we
become
universal and magnificent.
apple honey scented candles
remain unlit as
we forge ahead forgetting
jubilation.
creative futility
drops.
word entertainment
suspended
as skulls twist
to
oscar.
i.
boundless,
unimperical,
free,
we misunderstand
limitations.
love transformers,
more than meets
the eyes.
ii.
our cramped,
furtive, desperate
ill-fated love
morphs.
a force entraps.
we discuss.
i determine you.
the aclu
demands
you cease
and desist
your false
advertising
and macho
misrepresentation.
you swat stinging truth
and scream,
“suck my patriarchy.”
abused and vengeful,
truth murders your
understanding mask.
ignored folk burst and
mock your nude face.
iii.
revisionists,
no one learns
from ancient frog
fables.
iv.
bodiless, virtual love
fills my throbbing
in box and
ghost writes
poetic screen
savers.
v.
pierced and sculpted,
your body mutilations
warm my
winter oak
melting iced trunks
into wooden wetness.
your ready bush hides
and drenches the dry forest.
the trees are barren.
listen.
they flee from me.
she tangled me in her private hairs,
as i kissed darkness sweet good night.
her fish porridge boiled
burning my tongue.
her searing heat
came in staccato
puffs smothering
the bushel’s
candlelight of
jesus’ simple love
embraces.
who seeks
ivory, bone arms,
when he can
lounge and suffocate
between
her
brown, thick
heaving heaven?
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