Any kind of way you want
Any sort of thing you need
Take me where you want to go
Sate the hunger you must feed
Narratives and tongues of fire
Shadows dance and morning breaks
Any kind of way you want
And as often as
It takes
Tag: Sex
A Life She’s Never Had
She reads about a life she’s never had;
Of men, romantic, focused, fully there –
And yearns with an intensity quite sad,
For all she’s wanted, but could never share
The man she married: forceful and intense.
It’s had its moments, some bad and some good;
But she knows now, he’s never really cared
To understand her needs or wants – nor could.
They never watch a movie that she’d like,
They are with his friends, if with friends at all;
He comes home with desire, late at night,
She is a sort of wifely booty call
But in these books, that he thinks silliness,
She finds the searching look, the soft caress;
The women there are loved by men, and more:
They’re not just someone he comes home
To score
To share is human:
Everything At Once
Love, of course, is everything,
And what is really nice
Is when it’s everything at once,
Then everything
At twice
To share is human:
8 Portraits, #6
Days and weeks of perpetual seduction.
We’d each been married before, and those disappointments fueled a mutual gratitude towards each other that made love stronger.
There were days and weeks of perpetual seduction, which I yielded to at every turn.
She lay stretched across the bed facing away from me as I came out of the shower. She said, “I have something for you.”
I asked her what that might be.
She said, “you’ve touched my spirit, and the body comes with it.”
I found little to complain about with that arrangement.
To share is human:
8 Portraits, #5
A certain rainy summer afternoon.
She knows the rain is coming
And it’s making her feel bad;
But seeing her in that outfit is
About to drive me mad
As she looks out the window
It just feeds my appetite;
And as I move to touch her
And I can tell that I’ve done right
Because we fall together,
And in a sort of haze
We make amazing night out of
The boringest of days
And many hours later,
With takeout at the door,
I dress to answer, seeing those
Black shorts upon the floor
And look at her in wonder,
As pretty as a painting,
And thankful that this afternoon
It happens to be
Raining
To share is human:
And Just Like That…
And just like that, the world gets flipped
And everything gets changed;
The certainties they thought they knew
Are mixed and rearranged.
It’s people being what they are,
Though we wish we were more —
And just like that, the pleasure starts
The grief that is
In store
To share is human:
Painting Mishap
Your painting was desultory
And so I will desult —
You’ve made a mess of everything,
And so what must result
Are moments filled, and glasses filled
With breathlessness and wine —
For you have smeared the paint, and I
Have got
The turpentine
