Tag: Memory

The T__ Shirt

just one last sniff
on your t-shirt that I pilfered
from the witching hour of
— that evening

i preserve your fragrance
in my own writing
seal our memories off
in the palm of the timekeeper’s
wherein he promises
when the right time is upon us
shall all the memories be returned

He Says She Says

who let you in? he asks
the devil does she says
the devil’s kiss no doubt he says
the taste of forbidden fruit for sure she says 
you’re possessed he says
by the lustful Asmodeus she says

you gettin’ handsy he says
you gettin’ buzzy too she says
you’re greedy he says
cause’ you’re mighty she says
take the lead he says
follow the candy she says

dabble or deep pene-? he asks
mlem double-d! she says
strike fast he says
retreat slow she says
be gentle not weak he says
be rough not careless she says

i feel everything he says
worship my body she says
i can’t stop he says
but time’s up she says
my pubic bone hurts he says
as much as my hips she says

One

She rides, rides on top of Mount Everest
he hides, hides inside Cave Hogberget
they follow, follow the groove of avalanche
ready sex go! go down to their deepest core 
cast away, away from all the formidable force
until they feel, feel that they are one forevermore. 

Love Mold

Hum your love words in mellow tone,
mould the shape of heart on my collarbone
with that gentle pressure from your calloused thumb,
and
my naked eyes will follow your lover-bomb.

Let It Come and Go

The roars of the rain thrashing and persisting through our heart,
Pours down like tiny fragments of sharp glass, pollutes our courageous soul with dots of fear.
Let it come, shall it be evaporated, as the sun replaces the downpour.
The thought of missing you evokes a storm of our emotion,
Taken form as love, arousing conflicts between our heart and mind for which we regretted.
Let it come, shall it be scattered, when acceptance of our regrets comes with age.
The pain rooted deeply in our life knocking rudely on our door,
Drowns sadness in the pool of blood, yet muddles us with the sweet scent of red roses.
Let it come, shall it be gone, from the moment we allow our torment to fade to gray.