Around my head is a blue light.
I imagine one is around yours as well.
It is a halo. It is a cage.
Around my bed is a blue-tinged aura.
I imagine a blue aura around your bed, too.
A soft blue like fog.
I am listening to blue music.
I imagine you are listening to blue music
And it was made before either of us were born.
If you come to me I want you to leave
Your rings and your jewelry at home
Unless they are blue.
This room is bathed in blue.
My body is blue and I imagine yours
Is just as lonely and yearning and blue
And I lie in my blue bed and wait for you.
A Drunken Mermaid
A drunken mermaid
Lines the walls of the eyes inside my mind.
She lounges there, staring at me with her eyes
Both liquid and lofty.
On the landscape before me are a million flowers wilting,
Some in flames
As the sun pushes them down toward the earth
All at once.
They are pretty but they appear to be doomed.
Beneath me is a tunnel leading nowhere,
Just down and down and down
Into more nothing.
This room is cramped and lonely
But comfortable enough.
Here I will stay.
I lie down on my back,
Close my eyes in the dark
And watch the mermaid wriggling,
Her body dancing topless many times over
Along the walls of my eyes.
She never reaches out to me,
She just wriggles and shows me her body,
Her eyes staring into me,
Hot pokers blazing holes
Into the ever narrowing
Complacency of my heart.
Scars Along Her Chest
The scars along her chest,
I trace them in the dark,
Kiss her mouth,
Sink my fingers inside of her.
Her moans and her screams
Go on and on
As I get on and ride.
Scars along her heart
Where the knives went in
I cannot trace those
So I lick between her legs
And delight as she quivers,
Pulls my hair, says my name.
I look into her eyes after
And I see her always sadness and her
I feel no pity for her, I feel no shame for me.
I just feel the warmth of her smile
As we lie spent and sweaty,
Without the judgment
Of other eyes.
The scars along her chest,
I suck at her nipple and trace them
In the dark, my cock hard
And squeezed in her hand
As her heart beats faster,
Withstanding its own scars,
Finally and for now.
She Takes Off Her Shoes
She takes off her shoes
Just as I am taking off my shoes
And after other things I fucked her with one of her socks on
And one off
And she came eight times
But I didnt come once
And it probably wasnt because
I didnt see both of her lovely feet
So ivory and lavender
With notoriously high arches
Instead of just one lovely foot
But I did blame that sock out loud
Because its better than blaming
As I remember back when I was married and
Everything was my fault
And the last thing on my mind
Was a lovely young lady
With high arches
Just for me.
Thinking Of Your Body Above Me And Beneath Me
My hands and feet are tied
My neck snapped back
Eyes forced open
To take it all in.
I think of how it felt,
Looked in the dark
To have your body wet and close to mine
Your moans and undulations
You collapsing in shaking climax
And I sob like a child
Who cant find his mama,
Reaching out in the dark,
Your miraculous brown body
But only air.
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