By: Mylesha Ramey
The moment I defend you… I’m thinking baby it’s us two.
You scream FUCK YOU I say I love you
But I refused to think you meant it…
loose lips. sensual kisses. sweaty thighs. magnetic eyes. plump lips. saliva droplets.
Windows ripped open to make room – sound filled
chambers of lust
– that you make me fill this way
cloudy sayings by a light connection of pours exchanging temperatures.
Feeling heartbeats and bones…bones
Cold creamy dark breath tingles the sweat down my back.
Laying there in bliss
thinking…this night can go down in history.
FUKCING ON A DAY SO HOLY
Its 4am – your pours are weeping profusely – crying – pouting
Like a 2 year old demanding its unneeded breast.
Blades of fragments softly, patiently dancing – tracing through little hairs on my forearms. The rising pressure point from this cushion spring board cutout. Energy cautiously dissipating to not startle my batting eyes.
my heavy arm moving through prickling tickling ticks tranquilizing…
missing the fibers of your 20% polyester … 80% cotton shirt.
Wishing you would stay stay stay with me?
Replacing my body with your imprint…indulging in the smell – sucked up through my nostrils.
Drift asleep to have your arms around me. Asleep to get your fix.
Get fucked up to love – Loved me. Lack of love – less to none.
SHIT. better be quick! Press the folds down to conceal my gaze.
Grazing copper coins
Starching against crickets and silence.
Petty footsteps on the floor
R I N G I N G your calloused sweaty hands on the knob
Stay stay stay with me?
Out the door
He made it seems as if I was never there before