How do I lust thee...What is it I thirst for? What do I crave?More Like This
Why has my appetite made me your slave?
How do I lust you? Let me count the ways.
(Before I get lost in this carnal haze).
Should I start at the top, work my way down?
From head to toe, a methodic breakdown.
Or should it come from the top of my head?
Or a list of best, better, good instead?
But it will not matter which way I use.
The list is the same however I choose.
It will have your smile. It makes me lose control.
And those powerful eyes that reach into my soul.
Legs. Lips. Slender neck. The list goes on and on.
I could write three pages about your ass alone.
But every list is the same at the start.
Do I call it your brain or call it your heart?
It's the way you think (I am impressed).
Clever and smart with a little sassy zest.
It's your wit, your humor, your quick riposte.
The things that are YOU, these things I like most.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,More Like This
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev