Pinned

As I come closer to you
In sporadic short bursts
I think of penetrating you
With a pin in your ear.
Just below the helix
Where I first kissed you
An abandoned ear lobe
Found its lover parched
For more.
The curve of that night
Resembled your ear
And my tongue gnawing
For flesh and bone.

Musings of a Psuedo Intellectual who Professes to be Romantic

A halter comes off easily
A tube takes a while
If you wear pink brassiere
I will walk for miles.

Acid Pops

You smell of acid found in mangoes
Left too long in a slightly warm basin
Sides which are still streaked with
Blood that slipped prancingly from
Swollen lips that gave in too soon
To my testosterone charred habits.

Your acid is elsewhere too, hidden
Beneath that flowing long skirt you
Fashion only to protect your chastity
Long gone, if I remember correctly
Behind closed doors and closed hearts.

Froth lime and brine, enshrine and rhyme
Sit in a corner and dream about crimes
Spin of atoms, spin of lies
In recesses of our blackened hearts
We see what we are, you and I.

Smell of acid, smell of pain, of half baked
Cakes. Close those legs of yours, close
Them to preserve the smell of rain.

The Everyday Club

You bleed what is palpable
Between those ruinous legs
That once enshrined mine.
You spin of atoms
Undiscovered elsewhere
Seduced fused, finally used
In a dying snake's lair.
Then you wonder, cry even
About changes, infinitesimal 
As your universe collapses
Whimper and whisper
Whisper and whimper
But let me enjoy
A fine cup of soot filled tea.

Silver Deers And Ruined Memories

Sweeping across two fields one placid lake
Rage comes fearlessly
Forgetting places times
Settling in nooks lost
My memory reaches out for her

Painfully chews unnecessary vowels
Making her whole again and me.
Rages uncouthly, drooling musically
She returns again again again and
Returns us to the same glistening
Ball of swirling hot glass
Suffocated by longing.