like watercolor clouds in ocean skies,
affection clouding vision in fogged lenses
resting crookedly on a button nose:
gunpowder eyes aglaze with memory.
long shadows undulating across ground,
colored the smoky blue of mountain ranges–
time’s passage, unbearable as water droplets
on a furrowed brow.
i need you so bad–
i am a premier danseur, high en pointe,
careening between these ties
tracing an obstacle course
through avenues cryptic angst:
i want you–
this is war; i love it/i hate it.
i love you/i hate you.
parry: a threat
(i save myself for someone else’s sweet caress)
riposte (stop it.)
stop this madness. i want you.
my skin aches for your fingers;
pick me up now.
i need you so bad,
hurt blooming ripe and succulent
as peaches furred and misty
in morning light, awaiting the fresh brand
of your angry teeth
tearing into flesh.
love me, i beg of you.
touch me. i need you.
i need you.