Wednesday, January 12, 2005
...Shaving My Legs
....shaving my legs to enya,
it makes me feel clean.
you've got free long distance-
you should visit more often.
so much is so easily lost in the space
between your tongue and my heart-
you lick my breasts well you know
are you still thinking over
that meaningless thing i said a week ago-
(about the other guy and the other girl)
who would be us-
he would say never and she, forever
as they parted lips thighs and hips-
Hollywood will never capture the pulsating ebb of love,
but they can fake it well.
i heard your voice yesterday,
as you passed through my dreambed-
my stomach resembles a fish bowl,
and your words are like virgin goldfish about to orgasm.
my thoughts are on my love,
the calm morning that woke before me-
i slithered from beneath my sticky sheets,
all reckless and abandoned,
counting the penance for last night's sins.
there has to be more than this:
sour coffee and DefPoetryJam reruns-
while my love showers
in the next room
in another city