I have grown tired
of sex being transactional
as though my intimacy
meant as little as
a simple card swipe
buying something as unimportant
and unimpressive and unnecessary
as coffee and bagels
is this what sex
has become now nothing
more than chum or
seed or slop to
attract animals to feed
being less about hunger
and more about time
my body will no
longer be a towel
cleaning up someone else’s
mess after he spilled
himself and walked away
I’m not your janitor
Category: Creativity
Lips
I don’t kiss strangers
though others often do
my lips speak and
they taste and feel
they whistle and hum
they smile and then
then they also frown
they are the two
fleshiest parts of me
connected to my heart
and my brain and
my loins so no
handsome I won’t kiss
you for now you
are still a stranger
and until all of
my other parts know
you just as well
they’ll say no to
every kiss you ask
BedBoxMe
I sleep alone
in a bed
made for two
like tea for
two yet drank
only by one
if my bed
were a box
sent to someone
whatever was inside
would be broken
having moved about
with no comfort
well I guess
that it is
so am I
HimHimMyHim
I can see him
here there and everywhere
that I’ve ever been
but when I approach
he quietly slips away
my someone into a
sea of someone else’s
leaving me to search
excuse me sir I’m
sorry sir didn’t mean
to disturb you sir
I’ve never found that
twinkle of surprised recognition
not once never ever
and now I’ve stopped
recognizing the one face
in almost every crowd
content in the knowledge
that when not if
he will see me
ChaosVsOrder
I came from chaos
I live in order
not in order to
but in order that
my discipline and rigor
in achieving and maintaining
my degree of order
allows for the chaos
of others to deflect
and rather than define
chaos is absent order
chaos sinks one’s dreams
order eventually elevates them
