kissing older boys in cold cars.
the pigeons are falling and the sky closely follows.
these unfinished stories.
anniversary of awkward.
season of spilling.
get me more wine.
holidays are for encounters.
our breath in all the hair.
butter, coffee, chocolate, sugar, salt.
how it tastes to be twenty.
“she knows lost.”
wine and laundry.
the summer of lost boys.
spin gold from this.
“please wait in line and take a number.”
riding the train of circumstance.
“who is that creature?”
the way his glasses match his underwear.
teach me your ways of disconnect.
radiance derived from absence.
daily grind erodding heart.
I have been known to love you.
kissing, biting, breathing, humping.
“I heard you giggling in the morning.”
knowing exactly where my fingers go.
almost, almost everytime.
like children playing house.
this is called flirting.
film to finger, four eyes to mine.
blood wine drank.
The shape of his face.
all forbidden all the time.
why be jealous boy.
intellectuals just give better head.
feeling like a deep breath, so full.
this home swaying.
painting ceilings gold.
noticing the patterns of mornings.
antique mall mondays.
Slow and small and soft.
the sounds that adults make.
Lip biting. Neck biting. Hair biting.
first kisses only after fondles.
adolescent pile up.
the habit of anticipation.
cascading in consequence.
conversations smart like sparks but needing foundations.
soon lost in imagery.
“you look like a painting” she said. colorful and coloring.
I don’t know how to dress.
dreamt of silicone statues and tafeta.
dreaming of handfulls filled with skin.