Aurum

The woman of plenty
re-released for play,
makes it her business to hold the sunshine
to her cheek and keep the waters at her feet.
Her forming locs fall shoulder length like
tassels of her femininity,
today they are adorned in golden clamps
and a garland of the brightest primrose lilacs.
A fragile beauty.
She is the muse,
if there ever is one.

Untitled

a love becoming a form of tattooing,
an abstract piece
with collisions of exultant gladness,
willingness, peaks of orgasmic alleviation
and some unadulterated nonsense.

i’ve reached a juncture
to where i am stalled and possibly unaccustomed
to permanency.
too fickle, too shaky.
yet i figure i just bite down
and take the aches and pain.

i have claimed my strangely inflicted love.
leaving me branded
with always once and forever
a member of this crazed feeling.

you lay there now,
next to me with eyes
reflective to mine,
corpuscles hardening inside brown irises.
i waited for lips
your tongue inside,
to meet mine
all red, pink, and twirled;
a lover’s noose.
this is nonstop
and heavier than i knew.
yet i figure i just bite down
and take the aches and pain.