I’ll Do Mine
you make me
want to wear jeans
just so I can feel
you unzip slowly
brushing your hands
over my throbbing
‘cause your lips
get my high
drunk lovin’
with a sweeping view
of the western sky
but it’s not up
closer to squirming down
so I’ll try my hand
at snake charming
to rile you up
ready to strike
give me the bliss
of your milky kiss
::
early morning waking
bruised but not forgotten
black tea drippin’
as I float home hazy
to break out the blue
in a pagan celebration
for the lion’s return
from a spiritual apprenticeship
a triangle of jealousy
formed as
the bagged was passed
third Thursday and hurting
fingering the grooves
in the heart key tip
for the last dusting
to numb my tongue
as if I didn’t
feel worse enough
I flake on myself
so it’s only fair
that you’d feel
neglected too
this could be
my karmic lesson
for a life of lusting
hasty shallow attractions
to miss the kid
with unicorn eyes
while I missed the feel
of rock between my thighs