Enemies

You don’t want to lay down, but I won’t let you up, so you arch,
throw yourself, scream, dive, and you hate me,
but I pull you to myself and calm your body down.
You tire out and wake slightly, give me side-eye like you trust me,
as I slide you to your bed as seamlessly as I can,
deep-breathing in your ear until you’re
long-lost. And you sleep long enough to little more than
recover, sit up in your bed and smile, start whining for me.
I say, “Come here,” and you stand between my thighs,
happily rest your head on my leg, and you need me.
I pat your back. Soon you change your head to my stomach.
You’ve forgiven me. Oh, you see your friend has the doll you like,Read More »

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Carrie

I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,

but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.

Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary

aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.

Hear

You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.

You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.

‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.

And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords

over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.

I see the curves that your hips don’t make, Man.Read More »