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.
Summer’s Rain | Poems that Suck
I lift my face skyward so the rain can wash over me, kissing my brow, soothing the delicate flesh beneath my eyes, caressing my weary mouth. And for a moment, as fleeting as a heartbeat I feel perfect in my brokenness.
Passion Fruit | Poems that Suck
We bit into the tender,
pink flesh
of some exotic fruit.
Its thin, sweet juice dripping
from our
lips, and I wondered
what it would be like
if he
bit into me like that.
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.
You Need Humor to Make it Out Alive | Poems that Suck
I shit my pants once - now, hear me out: I was eating Chinese, a greasy eggroll, so greasy I made a comment out loud about it. Against my better judgement I ate the thing anyway. Hours later, I left work not thinking about that fucking eggroll. I gambled and lost, as they say, and I began laughing hysterically because what else can you do with your pants full of shit and a 15 minute ride home?
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.
Paperblank’s Flexis | Poems that Suck
Soft covered notebooks
are the best for
writing poetry in.
They bend under the
weight of your words,
like hands folded in prayer.
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.
A Smoker’s Prayer | Poems that Suck
"Oh, thank you God!" I breathed with deep gratitude and reverence. There were two cigarettes left in the pack instead of one.
Poems that Suck 