She tells me she wants to be a baker, that it’s been her dream since she was young. I taste the cakes she’s prepared and I’ll admit – she is good. Her dream is to open a shop and delight the city’s sweet-seekers. I taste my new acquaintance’s sugary confection and imagine a life withContinue reading “Imagining a Life with Her”
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I Hear You, My Darling
You stand there, doddling like a child in the corner, the baby blues flickering on your baby face. You mischievous kitten. I’ve figured you out. You’re a full woman in the mere guise of a child. Your stumped limbs, plumped with near-distant infant fat belies your true nature, rich with amorous stirs, which initially make meContinue reading “I Hear You, My Darling”
Rust
if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”
Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch
the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me, waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame, or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch”
As You Linger
remember me, won’t you as early hours click by and lingers with fingers curled, you find yourself garments forgotten with the light of day a closed bedroom door becomes your watch-dog no one’s allowed here but me you allow me in with suicidal touch and flick and tug –BSB
A Man’s Respect and Admiration
I admire the muscles of your arms and the flatness of your stomach I respect the softness and length of your neck and your legs I have nothing but respect and admiration for you and your eyes the bridge of your nose, and cheek-bones your lips and the metal stud you sport with such classContinue reading “A Man’s Respect and Admiration”
The Woeful Harnessing of a Wild Heart
a man feels guilt for his rage and words which came as roars of infantile fury
The wandering lover’s final, lingering hope
look for her with self-imposed singularity set yourself, like a ball on the tee destined for impact air, hover, and fall the fall is disappointment emptiness, doubt, and pain avoid the fall accept she’s gone
What Went Wrong
“This can’t be the end,” she said as her eyes filled with infant tears. He didn’t know what to say to her and to those tears, and so he simply said, “It has to end some way.” “You’re a shit,” she said, and turned away. He wasn’t sure exactly where they went wrong, and whatContinue reading “What Went Wrong”
the return.
hushed warble uttered your lowest point your most susceptible vulnerable moment’s self doubt fear cannot match that pitied yowl’s echo loosed from tongue and throat the time hour chime sounds the hallway’s grandfather clock you know for the first time for certain and without doubt your love will not be returning from the edge
