Crash

The open space rushes around us
And I'm wide for you
Sitting under a tree like gypsies
Our souls increasing pressure
For that moment when our starved bodies collide
Like two blazing lights
Releasing an explosion of sensation
Light, fire, pain, oblivion are all one
The joining men pay whores to forget
Culminating into one crash

Love

I'm magnificently aware of the sun on my face, warming my legs, caressing every inch I give up

My hair is free and dancing for the breeze, every movement a show of submission

My skirt creeps farther up my thighs, acquiescing for the sun, inviting the breeze to whisper against the bare skin

My lovers are discovering my hidden birthmark, urging the wetness with a kiss from the sun, a touch from the wind

An oak tree towers over me, embracing me beneath the sky

Ideas Mangled Sexuality

Ideas mangled sexuality.

Materialism hanging like ropes from teen bodies

Conservation buried beneath all the plastic

Conversationalists discover duct tape

Mangled ideas.

Sexuality idealized.

Mangled.

Swell

Entertain me.

A touch on the back to confirm my suspicions.
The repetitive, nagging ones forgotten till I'm in this spot again.


Cunning. You are.

Scared. I am.

Looking. and...

Leaving.


It's all a joke, but...

That swell makes me forget why I forgot.

Insert 'whore' as you see fit.