To You, From Love…

Hey!…I’m waiting for B_____, (and reading your texts). I’m waiting, impatiently for the moment I see you. I just wanna hold you and kiss you, until all the anxiety, the imagined negativity, (the monstrous, looming, typical humanity), leaves me and  my body becomes yours again…(unconditionally). Until then…xo. Jennifer.

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[A text message sent, to “the one”, some weeks ago.]

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Frustration: (Enter Stage Left)

I’m gonna give it up,
because, “I likes you”, but…
I don’t . I love the
things that you, could do, to me:
but-won’t. There’s not
enough, (of you), to come
around my (back-ward,
dirt-road, no-excuse-for-a)
back-door.

Upon the knee
of optimism: “it’s
more colourful
than I thought”…
these township roads Continue reading “Frustration: (Enter Stage Left)”

HAPLESSLY SHAPEN

I was never molded;
Carved or formed to
serve you. I
observe you. But, I
couldn’t resist the urge
to try and feel you
(up) and out. (Searching
for lustful ignition). In
the wake of no one
and nothing, I’ve had
both admiring eyes
set upon you.
I am not limited to my
own brand
of deviations: (im)moral-
incantations. And though
satisfaction evades me.Through

a plague of impossibility.
I endure, (just to spite…).
With mere (in)consistencies ,
I am swimming, in
my individual-(really,
very personal)-severed
pool of sin.
And this is what drives me.
Makes me savor, (to
the very last drop)- holding
my tongue out, in the
downpour of
my bad behavior.

(It didn’t take long),
determining-our
surface compatibility. It’s
red hot, entwined-excitability.
I know how this will end.
(My stubborn German,
spoiled-predictability,
proceeds me). I don’t do
statistics, predictions, or
hypocrisy.
I would rather
ride you out,
to the ends of the earth,
(sweet baby). I really think
your starting to
drive
me
crazy.

(I would devour you,
If I could only feel you)…