I have a photo of a place I love, took it before I even knew you existed; a pathway drenched in the golden, afternoon light which lead to a small cluster of fragrant orange trees. We stood at that very spot once, many years later and took a photo together. It's long gone but I remember it; you arms were wrapped around my hips Holding me delicately, as if I were a treasure. I was turned slightly, curled in the warmth of your shoulder, eyes closed as you kissed the side of my head, on the temple, so sweetly. Every time I look at that photo, I imagine us there - ghosts of love that never blossomed, but had always stayed sweet - and I smile at what could've been.
Dope Fiend | Poems that Suck
All poets experience it,
that one mother fucker you
can't stop writing about.
Try as you might to
fight it, that witch got
under your skin, jacked themselves
into your veins and became a god damned
firestorm in your circulatory system.
Here's to you,
you little bastard.
Thanks for all the material.
To Swallow the Sun | Poems that Suck
Your long, thin finger crept like a spider up my inner thigh. "Stop," I hissed through my teeth; a warning. "No one's looking, no one cares." and you continued your journey up the pale length of my skin. The pads of your fingertips reached their intended destination and I sighed with the delicious feel of them, as I gazed, heavy lidded, at the sea, head tilted back, as if I were swallowing the sun.
The Unexpected | Poems that Suck
I was gazing out of the window
when I felt a soft touch on my
shoulder, as gentle as a whisper.
When I turned to look, I saw your head
hovering over my skin. The tenderness of
that kiss shocked me profoundly, as if you
had touched some secret part of my being.
I blushed deeply at the obscenity of it.
Closer | Poems that Suck
Close was never
close enough.
Even if
I could hear you in my head,
visit you in my dreams,
feel you buried deep inside
me.
It was never enough.
Maybe if I could have
peeled back the fragile
layers
of your skin, cracked open
your ribs and found some
comfortable
place between your lungs
and spleen to burrow into,
I would've
been satisfied.
A Triptych: The Final | Poems that Suck
Lean back,”
he urged me,
cradling me
like a child
in the deep,
green, sea.
I obliged,
pushing my
hips heavenward,
and letting my
head sink into
the abyss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,”
and for a moment,
I felt weightless
believing in my
own beauty
for the
first
time.
A Triptych: Part II | Poems that Suck
Curvy," he said as he ran his thumbnail along the contour of my hip. "I am," I said defensively, maybe even a little too loudly. "It's lovely. Lovely," he sighed.
Kitty | Poems that Suck
He is knocking at the aperture of my heart; I wonder if, like a cat, he really wants inside, Or to simply linger in the door way.
Triptych Part I (The First Kiss) | Poems that Suck
We lie on the rocky
seashore,
the night sky spread
wide like an eager
lover.
We were talking but I
was distracted,
our fingers were nearly
touching and I was
electrified.
Then you slid out of
your clothes;
I was determined not to
look at the narrow beauty
of you.
But I was compelled to
join you
in the water; a cool
kiss on my skin in the
thick humidity.
You slipped beneath the still,
dark surface
seizing my wrist gently
to take me further out
to sea.
(and, God, I was willing)
Then you reappeared, you hair
plastered to
your face, and for a wild
moment I wondered if that's what
Jesus looked like.
And as I tried to figure
this out,
I became aware that you
were slowly coming closer,
and closer.
We watched each other like
two battle
weary cats, projecting our
intentions so there could be
no mistake.
Then you were hovering
above me,
and I swallowed with difficulty,
licking my lips to prepare for
the inevitable.
It began gently, as if testing
the waters
but, fire began roiling
through my veins and I just...
let go.
It was as if the sky
caught fire
and I could still see the fierce
blaze through my tightly shut
eye lids.
Puzzle Pieces | Poems that Suck
"We fit together... like puzzle pieces!"
and so we did; I a piece of brooding sky
and you the sunlit meadow, meeting at the
kiss of the horizon.
Somehow we fit - no matter if we
were standing, laying, dancing,
fucking, kissing... we just
fit together. It just worked
out that way.
Once complete, however, a puzzle
is broken apart and stored away...
Now I'm lost, searching for
the ground that meets my sky,
connecting me to the larger picture
in a sea of misaligned and ill fitting
pieces.
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