daydreaming at night

I thought we could fuck

in the back of the truck

that sits in my driveway,

outside.

I would have wrapped my legs

around your waist

and grabbed the back of your head.

I would have dragged my lips

across your chest and nibbled

your neck and your ears.

The cool night air would have stung at first

and the moon light,

illuminate our skin.

I would have

surrendered myself to you.

I would have be weak.

It would have been a moment in time

that never existed

because of it,

we'd never speak.

No regrets

because in that moment

I did as I wanted,

reckless, free, powerless

to stop it.

A fuck in the back of a truck,

in my driveway,

outside.

 

written August 28th 2014

 

 

Ankle Deep

I feel too much.

The ice breaks and I fall.

fast.

it's hard to digest that,

like a thirsty fish.

Does such a thing even exist?

How can I love what murders me?

How can you desire what suffocates thee?

Like a naked tree

in the winter,

it will pass

and we will stand

soldiers in the night.

This is not the end of me.

My roots are too deep for that.

 

written August 21st, 2014