Electric Flower...Read My Inner Thighs

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Within Words

Within words exist restrictions

Baselines for borders

The burden of decadent cursive,

Cursing the curve of every word I never meant to say.

Every word I bent away from pursed lips

Curse this cursive,

A contortion of curlicues of I’s & you’s

& you look at me for the magic to make you make your sentence make sense

But it’s too intense for punctuation marks that spark the dark with exclamations of anger just shy of profanity & those sad lines you hand me in plain english.

I wish ebonics could save me now but I guess I be talking wild when I throw my neck in

but what else you been expecting when I’m trying to make a point within words when there exists restrictions

Tagged: piecewordslimits

Experience

There is intensity in the eyes. I can fuck with that.

I fucked that. I love that. I want that

to be burnt, emblazoned, pierced by eyes that drink in lust

& devour the heat of its fervor.

It’s more than that.

I romanticize & canonize because it’s more than that.

It’s broken flesh, boundaries ripped open, a violent embrace.

I welcome. You’re welcome. I thank you.

Smack fire upon cheeks & spill over your loins,

lions misspelled distracting dialect.

I beckon bare breasts become chest

& a chance to press bone to flesh & make something happen.

Make it hurt.

I am conquered by confidence.

I defend nothing, as an expert at exposure,

it heightens the experience.

You, draw lines where you see me fit. Be fitting.

I couldn’t help but notice we come from similar shades

& daylight didn’t deter our midnight motives

Your sunk into me atop the sink

finger in me, back braced forced upon the faucet.

I’m dripping in unison.

Weed laced cotton mouth couldn’t keep us from tangled tongues

Lips get hasty & time left lips with limits.

I gripped skin with restraint & apprehension.

& reveled in moments given to us by opportunity.

Fucking fate feels the way it ought to feel,

& I don’t agree with guilt.

I don’t intend to feel it.

I would like to believe that when we unbuckle belts & unbridle passion &unbreak breath breathe in on an exhale…

We leave our existence in the quiet confidence of experience.

Tagged: piecesexqpocfinally finished

It’s super rainy out. I’m actively resisting the urge to sit out on my fire escape & get drenched…

Tagged: brooklynrainyresisting urges