You've always been there

For me,

Haven't you?

That was a rhetorical

Question.

My mirror mirror

On the wall, my genie in a bottle.

Always telling me

What I want

To hear.

Let me close

My eyes

And pretend I'm dead.

Allow me to make

One more wish

Before the room starts

To spin.

I love you right now.

But we both know

How much I will hate you

In the morning,

When the birds

Will be singing of our foolish night

Together

And everything

We did

And said,

Which, thanks to you,

I'll barely

Remember.

she gave me the eyes,

undid the buttons of her blouse,

whispered, "fix me."

so I kissed her lips and agreed.

she spread her thighs

and I ignored her hands in favor of her legs

but God, I remember them now.

I cradled her like she was something soft

and all the while she ripped into my heart.

she rocked against me:

"deeper" and pulled me in.

I didn't notice that she'd cut me open

until she'd torn me apart.

my medication sings her name.

suede chairs and prescription pads,

but it's always the same.

I see her eyes in a glass of merlot,

hear her laugh in a half dozen shots.

is this how wounds are supposed to feel?

I lick and scratch and tear at myself,

hoping for the follow-up.

doesn't the surgeon come to check if the patient

is healing?

scar tissue is a far off dream.

my chest still holds the shape of her,

and I'm screaming.

"fix me."

Premonition enveloped her

imperceptible shudders

stealthily creeping into subconscious thoughts

like movie advertisements subliminal suggestions

popcorn flashes bursting to control mind.

Shadows crept onto her sands

darkening her thoughts almost without notice

slow but steady gulps encroaching on suppression

closed her inner eyelids to evade the truth

but repression must confront swan song

lodged in the deeper recesses of her heart

recognize what was forewarned and innate

he was floating away from her psychic essence

removing himself forever from her vital force

annihilation of love that was ending.

She is a wisp of a lass wearing red boots

hair askew in tangled curls of burnt sienna

puffy sleeved blouse, two buttons undone

distressed jeans slide down her hips

revealing her belly with something inside

child of passion and one night stand

I am panic stricken at what this must mean

For I am the architect who planted this seed

this innocent embryo mushrooming into fruition

genesis of impending birth insinuating

into my life which is just beginning to thrive

and prosper with freedom I have earned

this innocent infant just asks to be loved

and nurtured with kindness and concern.

I don’t have feelings for the girl with red boots

But love is swelling for the unborn baby

and I’m putting my life on hold to do

that which is right for the child in my heart

I need and yearn to have her part of my life

Waking up. Wonder if

it's too early to start drinking.

"It's not noon yet" you say.

Glad you can tell time,

but I don't see the relation.

The day could be troublesome.

I hear it's prudent

to plan ahead.

#forgot to tag as comedy

I'm the hunted, panicked, thoughts spinning,

Hide behind darkness, paralyzed,

Palms sweating, fingers fidgeting,

Heightened senses observe shadows lurking,

Anxiously contemplating escape,

We play chess for my body.

Exposed, try to outrun my skin.

I become your failure, reaching safety.

Now. I'm the hunter, seeking prey.

You hide and I'll seek.

Who's ready to play...?

Moisture drips from giant lacy ferns

dewing the skin of two lovers

parrots and thrashers observe from above

adding their vibrancy to brightly hued scene

sweethearts spread blanket on rainforest floor

strewn with bromeliads, orchids and mushrooms

carpeting their passion for each other

dampness exists in rain forest cover

glistens two bodies entwined together

birds of paradise, exotic flowers and fruits

enhance the artistry of tangling flesh

as roots in the rain forest spread in abandon

flourishing forms mesh with moss camouflage

green eyes sparkle matching lush canopy

enchanting natural sanctuary for flora and fauna

nourishing the flesh of two young beloveds.