This is my first time
With a foreigner, he says.
But it isn’t mine….
* * * * *
warm as sun, your smile
opens me like a flower
in the morning light
* * * * *
Rode her like a pro:
old woman, girly –
rent paid
* * * * *
enjoying her scent
he masturbates in her shower
steals panties
* * * * *
Two naked bodies
Intertwined twixt midnight sheets
Slick silvered shadows
–
After the climax:
Glossy flesh lacquered with sweat
Heartbeats race-racing
* * * * *
Almost audible,
sunrise unlocks the new day.
So she does to me.
–
I love engaging
her weapon-grade intellect
but prefer fucking
–
Conversation is
overrated when bodies
can speak well enough.
Ass raised and shaking
pinned down and fucked the wrong way
he knows I want it.
To break you open
is for one purpose only;
to bind you with me.
When you stretch, catlike
arms forward, back arched, ass up
I can’t not want you.
I’m warning you now
I’m quite a messy eater;
open your legs wide
Knowing who I am
and all I have planned for you
and you still say “Yes”
Sometimes I need to
get it out of my system
(and deep into you)
Don’t blossom for me.
Pick another metaphor.
I don’t fuck flowers.
no picking needed
unlock me at your pleasure
you have all my keys
Eating a creme egg
I bought on the way to work
pretending it’s you.
Feline aloofness
is all just a ruse so they
can watch you naked.
–
I want to leave marks
that can’t fade from your body;
marks on the inside.
* * * * *
Boston Rendezvous: Haiku Cycle To GCS
discipline of words.
haiku flowers in its bonds,
a grace in restraint.
safe sex: unopened
condom box on the table.
we swim the shallows.
pain and pleasure twine.
I do not understand but
only laugh, obey.
outside the portal
your flesh trembles, hesitates;
still, that gate is yours.
I am truly glad
you are not in love with me;
I would break your heart.
candle in the night.
still we burn and yearn and dream,
forever lovers.