wealthy

Random
explosions of energy
hurled into me
filling me with light
all shadows retreat
i am given more than i can swallow
and she runs down my face
i am so messy
my dirty fingers
scarred, scratched and cut
she invites them into her
over her, across her,
around her.
we fumble about,
i am not in a position
to be graceful
i tumble toward breathlessness
the shrapnel of flesh all over me
she has no surface
that is not
sweetest
softest
luxury

the nymph who kissed an ogre

she sees me
spots me
i feel like a pariah
the world with its back turned
but she sees me
and she smiles
and i forget to ask why she never called
after all i didn't call her either
didn't quite know how to dial her number
but she comes to me
and i put my arms around her
i kiss her on the forehead
she touches my face
and all those others who never call
fade away
hands in my hand
i feel like a human being for a couple of minutes
in her arms
it's all a big fantasy anyway
warm tenderness always turns to cool apathy
she must be a figment of my imagination
no one can be uncool long enough
to stay friends
and i'm weird because i notice
i'm outside because it bothers me
and i'm not cool enough to hide it as well as you can
she kisses me again as we part
one half inch to the right of my lips
i am not greedy
i have a small cup
so it is easy for her to overflow it
beauty touches the ogre
she cares a little for real i think
i don't know why
i don't really need to
even if it were just lies
it felt nice for a change
to feel

(circa 2005)