Anaphlan

You walked in, 
found me naked, hand
clenched around my cock,
strain for release as dominant
as necessary as breath now
ragged with manipulation 
and exertion. Your eyes never 
leave my hand as you strip, 
slow, lean over me to pull 
the pillows from behind my 
head, give me an all too brief 
taste of pure pink nipple 
before you kneel, your thighs 
astride my ears, eyes still fixed
on my now-faster hand
as my tongue delves
into your deepest secret
places. It is never
long before the
outcome you
expect, desire,
the beautiful,
sticky release
and your shudder
against my 
tongue collapse
to chest and
belly

TAP TAP

The knock on the door
always comes
at the wrong time,
when you’re lovemaking
on a sunny Sunday
afternoon,
during a drug-drop
when relatives pay
a surprise visit,
when the post delivery
hands-over a court date
as the landlady hammers
the door for way overdue
rent,
when your new lover drops
by with a surprise bottle of
wine and you’re already
fucked-up on narcotics
and your previous lover
is waiting on a call,
when a political or
religious pusher
relentlessly pounds 
or when the
season of ghosts and
demons from your past,
rip the door clean
off its hinges,
it’s time to throw
away the key and
look out at the
countless shattered
doors left in
your wake.

Wild

Dance with me, baby.
Make me big.
Let’s reconjugate the verbs 
    of life.
Start a whole new grammar
    of joy and abandon.
Put it all up against me—
                I’ll do the same for you.
Let’s be naked 
    and dressed to the nines
    all at the same time.
Let’s go where we want
    right now and forever
    and fly, roll, bounce
    to the music of our pulse.
Let everyone else gawk,
    cluck judgments and choke.
They can go back to dust—
    and we can give Hell a run
    for its blazing money.

JOI

when what you say
is both
what I want to hear
+ what I didnt know
I wanted to hear

when what you say is real
not pretending
shows you understand
w/o me having
to explain

when what you say
amuses you
when my enjoyment
is your enjoyment
is my enjoyment

when your confidence
overcomes my doubt
that this is real
when your words are real
when you are real

More Better

when I was young
chocolate was ecstacy
when I grew old
the dope tasted better

now I’m somewhere in between
and my tongue is shorn
like sandpaper in the snow

nothing tastes like first time you hate it
nor the last time you learn to love it anyway
and it only gets cheaper
by the pound when you buy it—
stolen it ‘mounts to fortune

Burnt Sugar

White knuckling days in black lingerie
beneath the candied apple tree where we
once strayed. A wily ancestor laid 
the enchanted seed into ancient soul she 
tended feverishly.  What trade was made 
for this peculiar fruit to glisten like glass 
above two dissolute neighbors, limbs splayed,
below an edible chandelier which casts 
rosy penumbra on lust now disappeared?
Limbs lingering above fecund, extant 
with dulcet if distant flesh, jeweled veneer 
elicit no hunger, no longer enchant.
Smell only burnt sugar if you return — 
a sticky seared stump, something singular spurned.

The Greatest Show on Earth

make that beautiful ass dance
your moves are tribal, raw
capable of calling forth gods
put your tits in my face
so close I could warm your half inch nipples
with my breath
I can taste the heat
show me that little pussy of yours
touch it
stick your finger all the way in
slow like the movement of a snail
or the birth of an erection
you’re the magic act
one knuckle disappears
then two
you think i like that
you think that gets me off
you think that make me hot
you think i’m going to beat off thinking of you
well you might be right
but that still doesn’t mean
i’m going to give you a dollar

Exsanguinate

The days limp on
Like a wounded creature
Not seeking survival
But rather
Wandering the woods
In search of a calm place to die

Romance Today

Romance today
has too many questions
come here often
married (optional)
have you been tested
did you come
call me
and no kind answers

Romance today
is all bullshit and fancy dances
like fencing minus the foils
parries and feints and counters
to say nothing of the thrusts
It’s boxing with a different type of glove
in a different type of ring
you feel the blows
you feel the ache
you want the release
you know you do

Romance today is
fingers locking
loins pounding
bodies arching
letting the fluids fly
which brings us to the wet spot
not comfortable is it
you’re there, I’m there, we’re there
faces of need in an ocean of need
drowning
or wishing you were

Romance today is a game
care to play