"care for a game?"
Chips thrown down on empty tables.
The clinking of red chip against
white chips echoes across the felt
until colors are swollen like his
screaming voice. He's lost again. Bloodshot veins
against cue ball eyes. This kind of sport
grows old and tempered. The game is no
longer a game when scoredcards become
marks of demerit and dementia.
Pursed mouth and cracked lips with a purple
tongue that seeks pleasurable commodities.
Shiny things in pure trickery.
~~~
"the light within"
An aura of sudden brilliance caught her stumbling.
Her own light emanated from inside her chest,
yet her own body begged to be touched,
like fireflies and goddesses drawn to fire.
Her heart it fluttered rapidly like beating wings,
every beat and pump of blood open chambers
with hot, burning, retrospection. Horny skin
of her fragile torso begs in choruses
of goosebumps and open sensuality.
As her lips part, a hot breath dissipates
into the temperate sweaty air. only
the glow from her heartbeat suggests the faintest
glimmer of love and young beauty.
As soon as the lights die out, she stumbles again.
~~~
"teabags"
A fierce empty threat is scaring not her wits
but your calm disposition turns her cheek
pale white. Your expression and lips stay cold as you sip
hot tea from the purple mug that smokes gray weak
thunderstorms. The couch does not bend
under the weight of loaded words and saying.
Over crossed legs, you claim you loved her then.
Five years ago, you cracked her faint, hot, dying
heart. He left her standing alone crying.
She dropped her cup of chamomile and honey
as banging doors broke silence that she wouldn't
dare. She wonders as she screams blasphemy.
Her mouth collapses while huney stains your dish
and her silence answers your "loved you" with "I wish."
~~~
"fear of water" {thanks for the idea, elena}
I will not claim a fish ancestry.
My family could never swim the depths:
the deep blue would fry my circuitry.
Gentle fins of lucid teal don't press paths
into currents of liquid onyx. My thrashing
appendages won't save me from drowning
and gills won't let me breathe. The water passing
underneath is dark and my lungs collapse down
under the pressure of glassy cool waves
of liquid. I cannot see feet below me
as I step into unknown sandy graves
and my deficiency of sight is obscene.
I'll be swallowed by the insatiable ocean
and no rescuer will hear my commotion.
