Shadow Envy

Lover lays close, well
too close to my
raged depraved hungry
hollow eyes.
Reluctant honesty writhes
closer by the hour and
my past is a good excuse.
I promised things differently.
Lover lay closer, let
dollar signs fill your
sensitive sighs with
welcomed lies.
Use the past as an excuse.
I won’t say a word.

Rich Girl

Temper at bay,
only arm’s reach.
Don’t say something you don’t mean.
Honestly?
Lucky her I’m lazy these days.
Don’t find it worth the effort
to leave her in shambles.

Rhetorical (II)

Now applying hindsight, the
     tension
          building


(being a constant)
left a burn.
Some like it hot.
Apply liberally to me.

Pomp

Drawing blanks to conserve ink.
I salvage each page
until mind’s circles are more like
vinyl.
Think not of my disproportioned
dissertation, instead
think of the sea…
Spinning out of control.
We’re all underwater, and
you’re just noticing now.
Sea foam shades on lilac escapades.
I see you calculating;
there may be more at stake
than initially esteemed.

Sparkle (Pt. II)

Thaw aside, I seem to have
room for only one
dislocated jaw in mind
and this time, it isn’t mine.
Is that even allowed?
The past is leading me on
,and oh,
Honey Bee,
I’ll devour your intentions.
Forever sweet little methinks.

Ravenous Race

My sight was first with
vision coming in a close
second glance at a possible
third chance to steal you back.
Lust was in last at this point,
just shooting from the hip.
But hot damn,
what a shot he’s got.

Roadside

Twisted mist lined sheets
fog only for few, rarely new
sought suitors.
And oh, whistles and thistles
tickle dropped potential.