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“Are you scared?”
Fruitless hand meets sticky ziplock bag; fresh from the Mexican stand on the blistering street corner
Grin to grin to grin and whim on whim
Burning hot summertime troubles, fierier than shame, hotter than sin
“It’ll grow out of your mouth”
Wine bottle cork bobs, suuuure, ponytailed head nods
Sweet, not-quite red, a wet cardboard crunchy
Sugarwater drips down chin, wears tacky on flesh
“Into a huge watermelon tree”
Panicking, whatdoyoumean, oh my GOD
Limbs flailing, heart racing, spine tingling
“You could die”
Shocked still, one second – two seconds – wait!
“I’m kidding!”
Tears and dread, heavy in gut
Waves = thinking-waves; not oceans or seas
grownup>growingup>ohc’mongrowup
Oh, I know – you say, and you say that you know, just to know what’s to know, no?
[aren’t they good for you or something, thoughts bite back while gut flip flops]
“Do you?”
Fools for trade, liars hand in hand like couples down lover’s lane, keep it in-tact
(what cocksucker, you lack tact?)
“Okay, okay. Gotcha.”
Trust the trust they’ve got for you is all wrapped up in a bow AND how can you not
The buddy boys back east have something special for the little one, honeyed and downhearted
“But you’ve got – ”
Window washers like the thrill about falling or at least that’s what they tell their wives at home
Too close, tooclose, toofuckingclose –
“There. All better.”
-settle- -breathe in- -breathe out- -you’ve still got it-
Indifference to the triviality of the unimportance, how strange is disquiet to open arms, hands, lives
Quit the purple prose, kid, close the thesaurus
“Wait, I’ve got to, just, can I – ?”
It’s a kiss. It’s a kiss.
A petal press of plush pump pink
Kept chaste, for the brevity of chastity
So when the fingers skirt the fabric, wander up and down
Feelings confused, feeling confused, feeling, feeling sensation
No one says a word
Your dad: wrinkles between brows, a pinch in his lips. Fists clenched.
Your mom: crying, shaking, your guilt personified
And think:
The French do pardon but don’t say a word to the slide of sucking someone else’s tongue
“Please, please, please”
What to beg and keel and pant and heel, kneel
If you grab my hips and steady yourself here; promise I’m not going to be disillusioned
“ … … … … … … ”
Wordless gasps and nonsensical mouthing at mine
Ruffled but not undressed, terrified
(…fierier than shame, hotter than sin…)
starved for touch, am I vulnerable?
God, I just want to touch you
Have you taken me advantage, cos I’m hurting something awful
It’s sick but can you do it again
Be sharper than my scrapes, a double edged sword gripped tight
Cut me off on a two way street
Strike away my guilt and make me pay another day
The fight or flight turned to might and blight
Gnashing of teeth, bodies pressed hard
Hands on my wrists,
And back against the walls
Hurt me
“No, no, not like that. Don’t. You can’t want that.”
"thank you":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyoCqWlNWqI&feature=kp
-az
Fruitless hand meets sticky ziplock bag; fresh from the Mexican stand on the blistering street corner
Grin to grin to grin and whim on whim
Burning hot summertime troubles, fierier than shame, hotter than sin
“It’ll grow out of your mouth”
Wine bottle cork bobs, suuuure, ponytailed head nods
Sweet, not-quite red, a wet cardboard crunchy
Sugarwater drips down chin, wears tacky on flesh
“Into a huge watermelon tree”
Panicking, whatdoyoumean, oh my GOD
Limbs flailing, heart racing, spine tingling
“You could die”
Shocked still, one second – two seconds – wait!
“I’m kidding!”
Tears and dread, heavy in gut
Waves = thinking-waves; not oceans or seas
grownup>growingup>ohc’mongrowup
Oh, I know – you say, and you say that you know, just to know what’s to know, no?
[aren’t they good for you or something, thoughts bite back while gut flip flops]
“Do you?”
Fools for trade, liars hand in hand like couples down lover’s lane, keep it in-tact
(what cocksucker, you lack tact?)
“Okay, okay. Gotcha.”
Trust the trust they’ve got for you is all wrapped up in a bow AND how can you not
The buddy boys back east have something special for the little one, honeyed and downhearted
“But you’ve got – ”
Window washers like the thrill about falling or at least that’s what they tell their wives at home
Too close, tooclose, toofuckingclose –
“There. All better.”
-settle- -breathe in- -breathe out- -you’ve still got it-
Indifference to the triviality of the unimportance, how strange is disquiet to open arms, hands, lives
Quit the purple prose, kid, close the thesaurus
“Wait, I’ve got to, just, can I – ?”
It’s a kiss. It’s a kiss.
A petal press of plush pump pink
Kept chaste, for the brevity of chastity
So when the fingers skirt the fabric, wander up and down
Feelings confused, feeling confused, feeling, feeling sensation
No one says a word
Your dad: wrinkles between brows, a pinch in his lips. Fists clenched.
Your mom: crying, shaking, your guilt personified
And think:
The French do pardon but don’t say a word to the slide of sucking someone else’s tongue
“Please, please, please”
What to beg and keel and pant and heel, kneel
If you grab my hips and steady yourself here; promise I’m not going to be disillusioned
“ … … … … … … ”
Wordless gasps and nonsensical mouthing at mine
Ruffled but not undressed, terrified
(…fierier than shame, hotter than sin…)
starved for touch, am I vulnerable?
God, I just want to touch you
Have you taken me advantage, cos I’m hurting something awful
It’s sick but can you do it again
Be sharper than my scrapes, a double edged sword gripped tight
Cut me off on a two way street
Strike away my guilt and make me pay another day
The fight or flight turned to might and blight
Gnashing of teeth, bodies pressed hard
Hands on my wrists,
And back against the walls
Hurt me
“No, no, not like that. Don’t. You can’t want that.”
"thank you":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyoCqWlNWqI&feature=kp
-az
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