New Guy, Old Story

He said "I want to
Beat him up. There
Will inevitably be
A fight. I'll be the
Agressor. I don't
Wait around for karma.
I want my own retribution.
It's all because
He caused me pain"

Kinda makes me wonder
What would happen to me
Were I to perpetrate
Some (inevitable) wrong
Against my lover?

He's got to go. I can't wait around
To find out...

Blah!

I miss my voice.
Blank pages remain and
My head is full, despite
The in and out ocean
Of breath soothing
Smoothing out
My coarse inner reef

The elder two rugrats
The son and daughter
of Eve and Adam
Screech shrilly
Until my sacred
Faery sanctuary
And silent mermaid
Burrow in some
Sturdy cave

I ignite my peace of mind
To end each day,
Full knowing that
This very same
Sweet smoke
Burnt a hole in the throat
Of my comrade,
My cancer-stricken peer

The siblings
That don't share my father
Were just orphaned by theirs
Who died of addiction
And untreated
PTSD...

I sit in these realities
Instead of soft green grass
Amidst unopened mail
Gazing at the textured ceiling
And wishing for words, or perhaps
New dancing shoes....

Honestly

you did not know that i am a master letter-writer

you didn't know that my words and thoughts
of you
are countless

you don't realize that i miss you already
have missed you
ever since we made
orgasmic love together
on our firelight evening

you don't realize my extreme sensitivity
how i react to you. your sweet
poison Self filling me up
like some intoxicatingly
decadent dessert
you are addicting

but please know
that despite my softly
rumbling hunger
i am more than content
with room to breathe

your absence
does not
torture me

you are
unique
and i
celebrate
you.

you glisten
and
we throb...
thrust
and dance....

gleeful