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Pillow TalkLying tangent, cupping my smallness, my perceived weakness with his kneesPillow Talk
and bony wrists
he told me Don’t.
And I had just one thing to tell, but telling hurts as much if not more than
redlust blood washing down a sink nicked from roadmapped veins along limbs and lungs.
My brain was wilting, curling into itself. Dying.
Don’t.
Where does that leave me, knowing that
this audible inhale/exhale is nothing more than a constant reminder that I am one, the lon
by ~LisleLisleCrocodile
HangmanMy answer tumbled out mumbled out tiny and bruised warbled like a wounded songbird’sHangman
mating call.
One three letter word never choked so much before never was meant to be such a blanket statement
And – maybe - if I had known you were going to do
exactly what I’d hoped you’d do and exactly what you did, I wouldn’t have waited so long to say it.
But I did.
And so we lay, two long bodies
one shrinking, one shaking, on a moldy, molting couch Me, staring at a movi
by ~LisleLisleCrocodile
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PartsParts 081001Parts
Hand to hand, his mother said, foot to foot. Belly to belly, he walked me in. Lip to lip, we saw eye to eye.
Fist to palm, his father taught-- we sparred mouth to crotch, heart to heart. We tried, teeth to armpit, kissing and tickling and kicking ass. His cats clawed. His sister squealed.
He walked me through doorways, broke my walls and glued them up again.
He walked me through the motions; we both played the wrong parts. Finger to finger --mine long, his wide-- we couldn
by ~OneMoreFreek
The Things You DoThe Things You Do 080906The Things You Do
Boy the things you do to me I can't help myself sometimes when we're naked & our hips are fitting just like that I just wanna battle rap beat by beat rhyme & flow
but boy the things you do to me I can't talk straight sometimes when dark is falling & the days are shorter all the time I just wanna stay up late keep my pants on & call you ridiculous
but boy the things you do to me I can't believe my luck sometimes when you slide & I slip all night right
by ~OneMoreFreek
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SweetheartSweetheart 080911Sweetheart
I can measure your voice in CCs of deep throated counterpoint slow and thick when you call me sweetie just to hear my heart silent for a few seconds.
Your lips almost touching my ear when you murmur those things I told you not to call me make me not notice my arm tucked up under your sheepskin winter coat letting all the cold breeze in, my worn thin boots letting all the cold slush in. Make me not notice make me not remember the edges of my mind --ice thin danger zone places-- uncrinkli
by ~OneMoreFreek
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