About Me

It's without limitation I am my own creation...and these are my chosen paths of occupation. Dreamer, schemer, creator, believer, cinnamon peeler, broken wing healer, P.A to the sister to sister Consulate, President of the women who will work for it, rage tamer, gender fucker, bossy broad who drinks, condoner of a sister who says just what she thinks... self professed femme bottom, one of the best in the business, sass, class and all the rest.
Yo Fuck me suck me turn me inside out again and again and again and again and again.. you take me too the top.. I wonder when the drop will come. You make me feel high I wonder when the sky will fall.. How can it stay this way? After the sun I don't want rain...

Saturday, October 16, 2010

everything is everything baby

I was taken by conversation
and stiff stalactites fell from the roofs of caves
all over our words

cutting up the dawn of revelation
lying still on the bottom of our love

You were broken by punctuation
stopping short of what you thought you wanted to say
all over my heart

emptying out a lonely secret
sitting silent in our throats

without motion
there is no cause t o stop

we would portion our kisses into units
one kiss is one moment

and so on and so on like that

until they add up to a number greater than the value
of time

a kiss for a daydream
a kiss for a lie
a kiss for a coin in the swear jar

remember when we rode the world?
and held on tight and didnt stop for nothin and nobody?
aint nobody going to do that like that darlin.

For fifty kisses Ill give you fifty moments
and i wont promise that they will all be precious
but the trade off is sweet

I drift through the night
with a shamless sense of despair
that clocks will stop
and time will forget

i would travel across galaxies
and move glaciers
to know your heart

and to have you know mine
I would break my favourite china
and fight a bull in a ring
if my victory meant
that you could hold me

for fifty kisses Ill give you fifty moments
and I cant promise that all of them will be good

our sentences fall deep under streetlights
and sit silent
at the bottom of our love




3 comments:

Mary said...

yes

Anonymous said...

"with a shamless sense of despair"

If your words are meant for a pedant ... let it be known ...

Anonymous said...

Silver is words and silence is golden but maybe not in the case. Hopefully resolution is found either with words or in silence.