Riding Coasters

I'm in your amusement park riding all the coasters.
Rolling.. Clack. Clack. Clack.. Click. Clack..

Climbing to the tippy top..

There’s a sudden hush

followed by a shriek from a woman

with long rugged kinky hair and an orange suntan.

The wind is absent and time suddenly seems paused,

but still fizzles like a drop of ice water

on the blacktop under a heavy August sun.

I hear your voice as I descend.

Your promises tickle my ears with the wind.

Flap...flap….flap.

At every turn you grab my stomach

in your hands and shake it up

as I twist and flip upside down.

When I scream mercy, you cry out

“you’re wicked,”

you are now the victim, and threaten to cut my harness.

After released I seemingly run free,

stuck in this day, my heart tick tocking in a theme park

with fun house mirrors, clocks, and clowns.

UNDERWATER

My love runs deep
channeling through the longest veins
rooted at my hearts center.
It's a very red canal
with smooth green stones at its bottom,
pouring into a purple bay of goldfish and
skinny dippers blowing bubbles
with there underwater make-out sessions.

I feel the bubbles in my chest
remembering your chest,
bare against my ticklish skin.

I’m rooted…In my dreams…

In the spaces....in between the distractions.
I’m rooted at the bottom of the bay
by a strand of bumpy, dark green seaweed
pulling at my floating emotions
with the rising and falling tide.
It’s was real.
It is real now
how I can reel the sensations

in from the deep waters of a time past.
When I close my eyes
I can smell the imperfect waters
Scents of seaweed, boat fuel, and clams fill my nose.

This bay breathes breaths,
bubbles of loaded air,
like messages in bottles down my esophagus.
This memory chamber.
Reliving the lips blowing bubbles inside me.
Forever kissing you underwater.



Photo: Things about love

VENOMOUS POSSESSION (from Reckless)

VENOMOUS POSSESSION

Sunk your sharp teeth in

And told me how good they felt inside

I thought he should take them out

But the pain was satisfying

My lower back twitched,

as if I was possessed,

Striking the hard floor

Then jolting up and coming to an abrupt stop

Before striking again

You found me dressed in a buttoned-up cartigan

The scent of your venom secretes from my pours

I smell it, pressing my nose to my forearms

You brought me back to life

In the death of a sexually rejected,

insecure girlfriend.

I look in the mirror

in this sexy hotel room and I see

red, erotic scenes in my eyes

My hair untamed

Lips so seductive

I pucker at myself in the mirror

Watching your bare sparkling skin in the background

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