Your Hand

You're going to be evicted tomorrow
at least that's what I hear.
Your sister called me on the phone this afternoon
hoping I could solve your problem.

Hoping I would hold your hand.

I have nothing that you want dear mother:
No money, no pills and no heart left for you to abuse.

I wonder when the world is going to realize
that I can't make anything better.
that I am weak and powerless inside but
I've just got a good game face.

And so I smile through transparent tears
and tell you everything will be okay
and hold the same hand that so long ago
drew blood from my face.

Hoping against all hope that this time
you'll never let it go.

Forever On This Page

How peaceful you look
lying naked and silent in my sheets.

The scent of lavender floating around the ceiling.

Your bare back adorned with my graffiti
rising and falling with every slow breathe.

And I write...

Sitting across the room still wearing
the silk that you didn't care to remove
too hungry for my frame...

The red glow of the candle by the bed
illuminating the pages in front of me
as I try to capture the memory of you
forever on this page.

Happy Poem

I heard Gnarls Barkley on the radio
while driving on the highway this afternoon and
I waited expectantly for the familiar
flip flop in my stomach.

It didn't come.

So I turned it up louder
and sang along.

Hero

The man with the gentle smile
and the kind hands.

Tall and dark and thoughtful.

You'd walk past him in the street
without ever knowing what he is.

He is brave and strong and valorous.

My friend.

He is somebody's hero.

These Spring Days

These spring days seduce me.

Entice me to run wild through the
streets barefoot and gleaming.

Shout my love for you loudly into the sky
and watch it linger among the clouds.

And in the evenings settle quietly in front
of a fire and into the solace of your waiting arms.

This Body

This body it begs...

And if I offered myself to you I wonder
would you have me?

Consume me savagely
and devour me in my entirety

Exploit me with your tongue
and take pleasure from my cries

Use me to satiate your hunger
and discard of me when you're finished.

This body it begs...
to be broken by you.

Lens

Some days I wish I didn't have to remove my sunglasses.

I'd keep them on all day long,
going about my business...
everything a paler shade of light.

Everything filtered.

I'd push them up onto my forehead
every now and then...
only to realize that

some days the world is much more bearable
through a plastic lens.