Reveries

Wake Up
comes the delayed call
shivering through oily swamp silt
eyes closed
sunlight, soft
sifted through a stained glass brown and blue.
I lick my lips,
moistness gathers a sweet sigh
-the mind gasps clenched pillows-
-the lungs inflate and deflate in exile-
tomorrow should be here today
but today,
hanging moss brushes my eyelids
lightly closed under a thin film of water and mud,
no need for breaths
my chest vacuums every impulse
until I’m crying at the lightning striking.
I want to feel your breath on my shoulder
I take an expedition into your eyes
and never return

Lust

 

 

fingers overlapping fingers 

cheek to cheek

you seem surprised to kiss me

your mouth waits like

a catfish under a hook

and your tongue squirms away

like a worm not adequately baited

but you still put your arm around me

I am too exhausted

and your delirium

prolongs the inevitably upcoming moment

intoxicated by ligneous, tobacco

smells of salts

cheek to forehead

cheek to chin

cheek to abdomen

I don’t mind smothering my larynx

if it means

throat full

pressure on the lipped gates to open

take a hand full of my ass

so I can lean close

to ligneous, tobacco, salts

fervent grasps

tugging geysers

until you cry out to me

you admire my pink and olive breasts

I encourage you

worship my fervent giving

and I lap up yours eagerly

sleep came last night

with a smell of salted spice

on my lips

and I was reluctant  to

wash my face this morning.