ShiverI like the taste of shiverthat bare boned, white knuckledknock about kind of feelingthat rakes your skinlike a rattling boxcarcaught in a summer stormand makes my tonguefeel like it just touched God.
Burn NoticeLet me be your martyr tonightor your smoking gun(you know you love itwhen I pretend to be vulnerable)Just wear meand make me see your lightand don't take meat face valueor let me over-think you.Don't mince wordsjust take me prisonerand let your lips dowhat they do best,something cataclysmicwith your handslooped under my beltand sliding down my hipsto that pointwhere I don't return.Drop a bomb or twolet's see what you can detonateand turn upside downin this dirty little townand just praythe neighbors do not report us again,because the last timeyou burned this downwe didn't come up for air...
Scentyou smell like green leavesjust torn from the earthspring's pungent scentdaubed behind your ears and kneeswhere it beads like morningon the pale iris of your skinyou taste like lush worldsplucked from the gardenspring's verdant winekissed upon your lips and tonguewhere it blossoms in the soft crushof your hot house smile
WordsShe wanted wordswritten just for her -wordsthat would spread her outacross a canopied bedand make love to herin ways no man couldwordsthat would trailup the pale perfectionof her thighsand bind her wristsimmaculatewordsthat would kissthe arch and thrustof her hipscaught like birds in flightand roll her tongue in silkwordsthat would rush the darkand keepnight from the windowsand breathe her heartsolitary
Silk HeartYour heart glistenslike a new fish,caught against the rocks.You once let me hold itin my handsand I trembled at its weightand the way it beatso fiercely under my fingers -too many birdsholding up the sky.You offered to make meone of my own -monstrous and simple,out of silk and pinsto tuck under my coatat funerals.But the truth is,I only like yoursbecause it reminds meof Octoberand the clouds in your smileevery time it rains.