I looked down and saw what I could only describe as a clinician. Looking at me recording my enjoyment and expressions as apart of their study. Spread out on the table, legs spread, i was no longer a person in a body but just a body there to be looked at. Behind my eyes was little but pain disguised as pleasure. My body felt heavy and I was no longer there. I was swept away and into them. The sole saving grace being a tether that made me rebuke every advance at the most invasive of offers. I wasn't there. It wasn't me. It was just my body. I was in the future. It was already over for me.

.

my body never met you

but it’s missing you

these hands of mine, too bare

without those callused

yet tender fingers of yours

stroking my soul

.

.

If prose is a house,

poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it.

- Anne Carson

.

No means no, but not to him

"He's my husband" this is just the beginning

Telling him I'm not in the mood and my heads a mess

Pulling away as he grasps at my chest

My heart is tightening and my gut feels the weight

Im pushing at him again, and "Come on, I'm being romantic" he says

He continues the touching, his hands down my shorts

I try to close my thighs but it just hurts

My tears are in my throat

His breath on my ear and I'm beginning to choke

He pulls down my pants and I stop using my words

Because its fucking absurd how much that doesn't work

The relationship that ties us makes you see me as a possession

But to me it makes me hate you more, I wish you would walk out of the door, I never want to see you anymore, if you died I'm sure... I still wouldn't regret this confession.

she’s made of binary stars,

little flicklers of light and dark

all painted in multicolored space dust

they are made of all,

and all in between

Golden locks twirled around my fingers,

Before I pulled my lips from hers.

The separation nearly too much

For her body, as I stood tall in utter admiration,

Impatience quickly drove me back down.

My teeth molded to the soft skin of her neck,

I couldn't handle the break away from her any better.

Truthful bluntness brutal as a sword,

luckily my truth,

"You're Beautiful"

Energy soaring while the sweat drippings fall,

Hands gripping her soft waist as a leg wrapped around her

Every muscle aching for her, wishing to hold her form tighter

Confidence growing as she instantly gives in to every movement I allude.

Complete submission, the trust I own, so powerful.

As long as I may throw my self-control out the door,

I will invite inside, my whimsical spontaneity.

Bloated with passion, for just a singular touch,

Bravery fills my bones,

"All Mine"

Her eyes were the sea – you know, that variegated color between cerulean and aqua that changed and flowed and metamorphosed with the currents; sometimes turbulent and other times calm but with a flash of spirit, promising the abundance of her riches. Her ebony hair catapulted with the breezes, flashing touches of auburn and flecks of white. But ahhh – the skin – it was the silk of which dreams are born - tawny and rich, moist and golden. The lushness of her body lulled me into a false sense of security but when I plunged her depths, I encountered what true sensuality and eroticism could be. Long crimson nails drew blood in little trails down my back but left me begging for more. Her lush lips gathered me in fantasies and ecstasies that I never had encountered. Long tan legs went on forever until they reached her promised land, encompassing all that I ever was. My wild island woman lifted me to heights I never thought possible until she blew away, without a backward glance, caught in the tropical wind toward other islands in the sun, seeking the opulence of other treasures. But I knew that I would hear her siren call forever, way off in the distance, echoing in my mind, “Come to me, come to me!”

He stared at her

As if she was a gift

One that he wanted

To slowly unwrap

Careful to embrace

And only have all

To himself— each

And everyday-

O, he smiled~

Thinking of how much

She truly was better

Than any gift in the world

Far greater than all the money,

Silver & gold across time/space

He moved in her direction

Leaned forward ready to hold

Her so tight, with the thought

Of how lucky he was to have met

Her in this lifetime and he made

A vow to find her in the next one.

#EternalBliss (C) 01/08/2021.

Take the air that I breathe.

You can keep it.

I don’t need it anymore.

do you ever catch

someone’s eye

out in public

never having met them

yet knowing them

sensing their

entire lives

in the flutter of an eyelash

do you ever

almost

wish you could fix them