Limbs Connect Us

Your limbs
On my mind
My mind
On a hang glider
Soaring over the tide.

Sometimes I remember how you teased me in the mornings
I was always so fond of
Your backside
& you of my front.
That's where your hands always traveled.

I claim my limbs are international
Roman hands &
Russian Fingers
Wow
So Corny

Write a book on how to be me
A pamplet

Talk to me
Read to me

I rememeber you
like I remember my "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" sleeping bag...
Fondly
I liked your confident strut
I felt taken care of
Safe

Some of us
We thrive when we feel safe.
You brought out the best in me
I couldn't do that for you
I can't figure out if there should be a
question mark
or a
period
after that line.

...On to the next
...on to the next

Settle me so I can concentrate elsewhere
So I can think of other things
besides your limbs.

So go love
let's run away from eyes that judge
from eyes that place us in boxes that
they think we'll fit
so nicely into.
They'll use force if neccesary.

Let's get out now love
Fast Fast Fast

Be me today
& I'll be you
I'll tell me what I want to hear.

Summertime feelings
dry out in the sun.
Missing your laugh
My life is alot less funny with out it.

Like walking into the living room mid-movie
I'm lost & confused
Bothering others for information.
Answer my questions
All of them
Im hurt.

Answer my questions
So I can feel important again
Like I matter to you.
I'm better now
I've grown.
Oh but I'm still me
As I am
As I always was

Find again
What you found then.
Tell me I'm beautiful
Spread the blanket over us
Let's cuddle beneath

Hold me
Your back
Against
My front
Don't pretend with me
Your limbs
Connect us

When I come back...

Sometimes when you come from nothing
it pushes you to become everything

When I go home for my visit
I will bring back with me
a fresh connection to the world
to my roots
to family
& home

I will bring back with me
Apple Pie & Floral dresses
Friendly smiles
Simple advice
& cornbread.

I will bring with me
stories of this city
how it sparkles
stories of the girls
this city holds

Even though it's home
Night time feels too real
Too much like being small
Too much like being afraid.

When I was young & couldn't sleep
I would touch myself until I grew sleepy.
It was a strange comfort
It never felt wrong.
Anytime I was afraid of having bad dreams
I would think of someone beautiful.

I never wondered if I was strange
Only when I grew older did I ever question my actions.

Growing up I continued to look inward
Always questioning
Always looking for explainations to things I do
things I feel
things I want

Sometimes I feel very lonely
Im always looking for that kindred soul.

It's hard to know me sometimes
I am trying very hard to take down my wall.
Strangely it only goes up when someone begins to sneak in
Keeping me from getting close
to the one I want

Life is ironic that way
cruel games

I will bring back with me
a new outlook
new inspiration
new art
& new attitude
Life keeps moving
Keeps us on our toes
I love it
Keep it coming

Little Shirts

...When you're little
Petite
Small
Staying over with a friend unexpected
Something special happens when it's time to go to bed.

A friend creates a spot for you to sleep
In their bed
On the couch
Pillows
Sheets
Blankets

But what to give you to sleep in...?
When your little
Petite
Small

They dig into their dressers
Find the smallest shirt they own
Something older they've kept
For sentimental reasons
From Middle School

I have probably slept in more sentimental shirts
than anyone you know...
Worn in
& always acompanied by a story
as it's handed over.

I feel how special it is...
& sleep better because of it

Thrive Love

I can't go into this anymore
It puts too many thoughts on my mind
So won't you do me a favor love,
& catalog from the angle you know.
But you won't make it easy on me

Run rabbit run
& with the wondering eyes of an orphan
You'll dig a hole inside the hole you're in.
My clone wears her heart on the inside,
& I seduce her when no one's around.
But it's not enough
Not enough

On second thought,
No more favors love,
I still owe you for the hole in the floor.
It's been a while since we went wild
& it's really a crime
But it's tough to kill the time.

So won't you paint me a picture love
of your complex mind
& tell me the story love
of your exhausted heart.
Because we don't make eye contact
when we have run-ins in town.
So I'm off to the center of the Earth again
where it's hot love
You know it hurts to be me.

The giving heart
& the rolling mind
ask
Will we make it at all?
Then I look at my clone
With swollen eyes
Then paint a hole & fall inside.
I like the wiff of your fragrant mind.

Write you letters love?
But you don't know my calligraphy.
I want to know yours.
Write me a letter love
A song
A poem
A story

Do you curl your 2's?
Mine are sharp
& have no curl.
Is your hand-writing nice?
You have nice hands
But that doesn't mean much.
Maybe I only think they are nice
because they are yours.
& I know what they are capable of.
Intentions behind ....
Purpose
Work
Care
Connection love.

This city will be far less interesting without you in it
& far less beautiful.
The buildings mirror your intense stare
& they will haunt me after you've gone.
Maybe I am a hopeless romantic
But romance isn't dead.
It burns within my walls.
& maybe it's silly to some...
Maybe you'll think it too much love...
But don't.
Just enjoy the sweetness
Know it's sincere
Don't be jaded
Don't feel that way.
I know you are open
So be open to this.

You are wonderful
I want to know more of you
I envy thoes who do
& feel sadness for thoes who knew
yet threw it away because they didn't see what I saw in the first 15 minutes I spent with you.

Love
Love
Love
Leave
Woes

Now I taste like glitter & sweat
Smell like perfume & women

If I could keep you for me always I would
Without crushing your delicate ora
Never want that to dissipate or turn.
Vintage excitement for you
You will always thrive love
& soar like a bird.
Feathers &
Wind &
Purpose

Run Girl Run

When I think about you
I think about songs.
I think about what you were doing at age 10.
Then I compare it to what I was doing then.
Where I was
At that age.
& what I was thinking.
What was the center of your world then?
What was my center?
My core?

Im sure your thoughts & ideas were very different than mine.

Did someone hurt you?
I've been hurt too.

Our fences keep us apart
But we have a connection.
It's under the covers of this un-made bed
Scrunched up at the bottom.

& your legs...
Use them to squeeze me tight.
I want to feel your center against my thigh.
I hug your's with mine
Rhythmically rocking back & forth.
Feels so fucking good.

Engulfed in your scent,
My nose amongst your hair sweeping your shoulders.
Kissing your neck
Smelling you
Grabbing your hair
& craddling the back of your neck.

I want all of me
against all of you.

Your breasts are soft against my own,
Only when you move do I feel your nipples
Hard at attention against my chest.
You are aroused
Excited & Eager.
I can feel your energy,
The neighbors can feel your energy.

I dont know what you're thinking
I don't know if you're thinking about tomorrow
or merely focused on getting off.

Are you thinking about details as I am?
Are you looking at my body & thinking about how I smell?
Are you in engulfed like me?

or am I just a warm body to you?
Avoiding my face & scent.
My lips & my skin.
Remaining detached
Only feeling the friction.
Just enough to get us both off.

I reach my peak because the combination of
My thoughts,
Your will,
& our friction
is almost too much to take.

My body it moves faster
I can't help it.
I have no control.
My heart rate is up & my mind is in bliss.
A new wave of energy overcomes me.
I take you
hold you tight & use you.
You are mine to use at this point.
You have no name
No memories
No past, only present.

My fingers are in your hair, then on your back,
Clutching at you.
Gripping... 
So you can't move.
I need you in this spot right now until Im there.
Until im beyond there & exaughsted all movement.

It flatters me.
Your effort.
That we are both working toward this goal
for my bliss.

You owe me nothing
& give me everything,
But just for now....

When morning comes you will un-wrap your arms from around me.
Let loose your grip.
You will dissconnect with awkward mundane conversation as you get dressed for work.

No talk of last night.
That is over & done.
No need to re-cap.
A new goal is at hand.
Getting to work.
Me...
Getting out,
Going home,
Leaving.

A new fence
A new gate.
It's not my place to argue
or argue for my place.
It is what it is.
Pushing for a different connection
may lead to no connection & no friction.
Take what you get
get what you got & run.
Run girl run.

Conquering a Field

When I saw you for the first time,
It was from across the dance floor.
Past a sea of people.
Your cheeks were flushed from the heat of the room.
& you were beautiful.
All around you were people fighting to stand out,
But not you
You were trying to blend in.
You didn't have to fight.
You glowed.

It seemed as though you were taken
I respected that
So I simply reveled in the fact that you exsisted that night.
Somewhere in this city.
I didn't go home alone...
I went home with my thoughts
Visions of the way your eyes smiled.

"If given the chance..." I said...
Then... I was.

You were so sweet & attentive
Like you really cared about what I had to say.
& you made me nervous
It was a good nervous
A great nervous

I remember looking at you all over
Your eyes
Your body
Everything

I remember thinking about how to describe the way I felt.
I felt the way a man must feel
A boy
It was like my body had a mind of it's own
Had it's own agenda
It's own brain
It's own will
My body wanted you
& if like a man, I could have shown it physically
Outwardly
Uncontrollably
I would have been embarrassed.

An animal
a monster
I felt split in two
My brain was overthinking...
Overloading
Second guessing
My body... The animal
had no need for guesses or games
Pouncing


But that was then
& that was all

My brain, somewhat cocky
Always expects an outcome
A goal acheived
A new path conquered

A field is the result
Simple
Open
With flushed cheeks
& laughing eyes

Beautiful...

Take Flight

10 against 1 just isn't fair.
Your heart against mine isn't either.
But who plays fair in love anyway?
Certainly not you
& certainly not your heart.

Not your arms
or your eyes
Not your stare
or your glare

But me? Im here & fully armed
Ha!
Just try it!
I'll grab you
Ill take you by surprise
& you won't even know you've been hit.
You don't see me anyway
But later
Ill slide in your thoughts
& there I'll stay

Moving you
with my words
My tools
Lies Lies secrets & more.

Move in your boots
Ill untie your shoes
You'll fall just like anyone
Ill trip you
But catch you before you go down.
Maybe you think that's wrong.
Maybe I should think that's wrong.
But who are you to point accusing fingers across this room?
this is my room
& so is everything in it.
Greedy I am
Selfish
I am not
Envious
I am
Of your feathers beautifully ruffled.
Bet they're soft like I imagine your hands are.
Wear your glasses
& straighten your curls
We'll dance this dance into the night.

This city is cruel
& you live in it.
Im here too
& so I will adapt
This city demands it.

I am a monster.
Are you scared?
I am a prince.
Are you intrigued?

If I make demands will you jump?
Or laugh in my face...
Turn away & say you hear nothing?

I should just be a pillow for you to use.
Then my feathers will serve a purpose.
They'll take flight beneath you