Here’s the dark rum, time gone by like
So many small scenes stacked like lego
Making monsters in my mind. The rind of me
Is thick- brick by brick I cover myself in
Big blankets and tubs of ben and jerry’s.
You took the ferry on a Saturday night
Didn’t feel right- my chest was tight and
The lump in my gut twisted as the hours tocked
And I was ticked off at you. I thought you’d
Stood me up. Gave up. Flip cup and four years
You found me at three O two Diagon Alley
In the Western valley and the chest of you
Warmed me. They’d warned me. Spiced rum
And some gum you’d been chewing since
That marco-pollo shore. The buzz of you
Cracked me. Peeping through peep holes
As you strolled up my stairs and the smell
Of leather steeped in beneath the door.
You floored me, see. Scruff on your chin.
Fuck where to begin- you were beautiful…
And for two sleeps you were mine. What
A time- talking with Robbie Burns and Barry
-Man we were glowing. Laughing. Making fun
As the pitchers tipped and the little glasses were
Left with rainbow residue. Smoke curled.
Unbrella unfurled and the air was cold. Laughter.
Quips. A dip in the vantown sky-pool and those
Smirk lips. The drips and drops of the delight of
You and the city. Your kiss was hard- black and
Blue and you stood so sure. Is there a cure for weak
Knees? Some say a sneeze is one tenth an orgasm but
I fathom they’re wrong. You came from an
Island and I came on the soft floor as your warm
Hands and cologne bruised me beautifully. Nips.
Quips. Barred teeth and those blue eyes of yours.
So sore in the morning, so adoring of the
Way your arm tosses over your face when you
Sleep. Sleep deep, into the afternoon. Get lost
Looking for that room. Too much sushi, sharing a pillow,
Smoking over the sill and letting my hand
Streak through that sinful hair. We glare. We debate.
We wait years to sleep together but the morning
Is sweetest of all. You’re not tall but you stand above
Me. This creature who’s never left my life…
This silly man who scared me when I was little and
Scares me now. Delights me now. Delightfully
Enchanting you said- so well read. 1812 coins and
Early coffee on a leather couch. And when you
Left that day the hug was brief…. You smell of leather.
Ocean and leather and cologne and cigarettes.
And I miss you…I want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you
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