Passive aggression
Nothing gives me more pleasure
Than perching on your shoulder
Whilst you pleasure her
Cheekily nipping at your earlobes
Infesting your brainlobes
Crawling across your memories like an angry tribe of red ants
What an amazing sensation to anchor my fingers into yours
To look into the famished mirrors that are your eyes
And to see my reflection
As you salvage the sweet fruits of her flesh that will never fill you
The climax comes as you look at your own hand, realizing it is not yours
You feel him inside of me
Like I am inside of you
And the surge of warmth you feel is not yours
But another man's
I lay satisfied
As does she
But you are empty
Wondering if you will ever be able to sleep with her
Pass the Gravy
"Honey, please pass the gravy." Extending slender ligament across the table, her life-drained porcelain fingers make way for porcelain dinnerware.
"Okay, darling, here you-"
"Mom, why does Dad always use the red gravy and we have our own?" asks the mouth between two plump, pink cheeks.
"It's because he-"
"It's because I-"
"You know your daddy's special, son."
"How come Daddy doesn't like sun? Is Daddy a monster?"
Silence stirs the supper table. This moment had always hung over them, like the living room chandelier waiting to crash to the ground.
"It's time for bed, son."
MrsDarcy
Just a memory
I await the night when I'm able to lye down on my pillow and not feel the sturdy curve of your chest against my cheek
While your fingers braid through my sunshine locks; a peaceful intertwining of souls
I await the night that allows me to sleep
Despite the dancing chirps of birds,
The smells of earth, and grass, and your breath
It is still warm on my lips
And I can't succumb to dreams
When I've lived a day like this
MrsDarcy
I still check your wall
I still check your wall
Just to peep over the one between us
Your pics are bricks that torment me.
Picking one from the barrier,
I hurl it back at my own body,
which welcomes the burn,
Aching with the pleasure that comes with knowing
What are you up to?
Who is that girl next to you?
Your cousin? You have the same... ears, I guess?
Your sister's date? That is kind of a lesbian dress..
Hmm, eighty-three likes... pssh
BIG DEAL
Becoming dimples,
Crystalline eyes,
Your face is the same,
just without the extra weight aquired by spending hours stranded on the sofa, watching The Notebook on repeat and filling the empty hole inside of you with artificial love in the form of mini-marshmallows (they have natural flavoring too)
Not that I hoped that that'd all happen to you.
I still check your wall,
because that emo, pain loving part of me wants to remember our escapades etched in the back of my mind
(that ended sooner than escapades should)
But, then I realize that you don't wear that same jacket
I realize how much your status has updated
and that now, your familiar features
are ones I don't even recognize
The bricks have towered too high
It's not your wall I'm checking at all
MrsDarcy (c) 2016
Connected
Asleep in the grass
With a peach of an ass stuck in the soil
I am a plant
My locks grow alongside green blades
Where my body lays
Peaceful;
Most awake in my deepest slumber
My roots splay across the weed with open fingers;
Connected
Thump, thump...thump, thump
That's my heart
Thump, thump...
Can you hear?
Just listen for the sound
Buried deep beneath the ground
Past the dirt and the roots
Can you hear?
Connected
He’s kissing your lips, Not you.
You're kissing him,
but he's not kissing you.
He's not feeling the same way you are,
and he's not looking for the same thing.
Your eyes meet, but it's at a crossroad;
they choose different directions.
Yours: senses and feelings
His mouth tastes like cigarettes
Soon enough, you'll be a chain smoker
His eyes are like oceans,
except less of a cliché
Waves drift down your body,
tugging at your bra,
lifting up your shirt
He doesn't want to fuck your mind
or ride through the depths of your thoughts
He yearns for flesh.
Panties at your knees,
skirt flung across the room
You want him to look at your naked soul, but
Your body is all he sees.
I'm sorry,
but he's kissing your lips,
Not you.
A Closed Locket
There's a locket of yours that I can't open up,
but I know that there's something inside.
Is her skin made of porcelain?
Does she have diamond eyes?
There's nothing, my dear, to hide.
My feelings are true,
and I'll stand by you
even if it's her picture in there.
I just hope you don't mind
my asking why
you gave me your locket to wear.
My Manifest Destiny
My manifest destiny stares back
Through a sunset pair of eyes
Oklahoma land rushing through my veins
You're all the bounty of the plains
You're the beautiful delirium
Of bright blue skies
All these strong bucks want you too's
I want to be the one you choose
But when the gun guns,
And they run to your plot
My wagon will stay
In this very spot
You're my manifest destiny
But I couldn't improve ya,
And Lord knows you're not free
Be my manifest destiny
Please, ride up aways east for me