Wednesday, April 27, 2011

This is what it feels like.

Music ties me down, strings me up;
It pulls me in
And so should you.
The drum beats are getting louder -
I can hear an epiphany forming.
All this tension is going to explode,
Taking you or me or both
And I don't want to be the only one losing control.
Grab my hips, bite every inch
Of skin and kiss the freckles one by one;
Don't rush it, just take it slow
Let this chaotic sound build and build, let that pent up frustration show.
Unbutton my oxford and I'll fumble with that zipper
My head's all stars and we're in the cusp of the big dipper.
Tempting, teasing, feeling the sin -
This is the moment; it's how everything begins and ends.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

This is a familiar dance...

This is a familiar dance, and I suppose
That this is the moment where we start pretending to
Forget the steps -
As if banishing all those shared moments to
Our subconscious is even possible,
But we're cool so we give it that old college
touch-and-go
Try.
How am I to obliterate all of this from my memory;
Act like it's not your name settled on my tongue
When I first wake up
In the mornings?
And as if that's not enough, my numerous cups of coffee
Are starting to develop the peculiar taste of
Your skin in the shower and my own skin is
Beginning to develop more of those freckles that you loved.
How long will I take this constant mourning, the sun of it
Beating mercilessly on my back; these brown spots popping up
Over-night.
When am I going to start playing connect-the-dots like you used to?
The longer you're gone - the higher the chance that I might.

Monday, April 25, 2011

You remind me of you...

You remind me of you
& that fact alone makes me wonder what else I've
Forgotten about
These past few years.
"Help me!" I shout, only
I'm not sure your ears are any more tuned to hearing my
Shrill cries than a stranger's.
You look the same (perhaps a bit more weight?),
Though looks can be deceiving and it's hard to tell but
I think I've glimpsed a hint of shame
Upon your falsely high-brow, faux-elegant face...
Or should I say fa├žade?
You always were the great pretend-OR
Maybe, like everyone claims,
You've actually changed.
Wouldn't that be a surprise?


But I suppose that the real question is...
Have I?