Showing posts with label Michael1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael1. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Dashed


Part of me was hopeful

that you wanted
to call me after work
to say you had made a decision

but the other part,

the part that had
fucked her best guyfriend
in the front seat of a car
this weekend

realized that was highly unlikely.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Wreckages


The limbs of the trees
that fell from the wind
were my wreckages

lying on the road
waiting for you
to run them over.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Untitled

You, dear sir, give me palpitations,
anxiety-ridden spasms,
gut-wrenching tremblings
of your love.
And these sudden bursts
of belonging
have saved me for you.
For my hesitant invasion
has been only further enticed
by your convulsions.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Untitled

While my friends
may laugh at
my affection for you
before even our
lips have met,
it is because
they do not know
the delicious
provocation when
our hands brush.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Prayer

I have prayed
every night
since we met
that things
would work out
well and while
you are not so
religious as I,
I know that
you are glad of it.

Monday, January 25, 2010

12:37am

It is 12:37 on Monday morning
and I don't want to sleep
because I am excited
that I get to see you today.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Untitled

Clenched behind teeth
talking of thai
and tetris were the
words I wanted to ask:
Would you like to
go out sometime?

Monday, January 18, 2010

Colorblind

Tasting the sweet bite
on your tongue from
the Mexican Coke I
introduced you to is
somewhere between
green and red in
your world of
black, white and blue,
subtle and flavorful
simplistic and colorful
on lips still humming
from my kiss