Her ten year old jaws
Slide sly behind her legs
I know what she wants,
What she always wants
The hunt
A rosy blush
Alight beneath old bulbs
Shines,
Midst shadows of brown hair.
Sometimes I wonder
Who is the master, really?
She is wise enough to tell me,
Silently, with a high head
And a stiff pose.
–LM
I do not deserve;
I am not worth;
I do not belong,
With you.
Ironically, the comedy
Is that none of this
Is your fault…
Explicitly.
I walk a tightrope
Leaning side to side
Cutthroat/
I know exactly where these
Silver hairs spawn.
–LM
It seems one of the most
Abrupt
changes to my personality
must be
Recognizing and accepting
|boundaries|
Since, as if, phantasmically
I yearn to merge with
anyone, and everyone
within my path.
Your definition of merge,
of course,
is your discretion.
I’m not of a mood
nor in the business
of discerning secrets.
(Not yet).
–LM
I am the illusionist, the fantasist, the scientist,
The archaeologist turning your soul pieces into gold
Pulling you together but you’re not so much a riddle
As a conquest, you are the great emerald city,
My lavish Dionysian vision, and I will drip the large
Roasted honeycomb amber rings on your fingers,
Trace the silver linings from around your mouth
And make you an emperor, if only for a time
The villain, the brazen, the unfocused and out of view,
I will dance the seven veils and leave you breathless
Glorious in my impropriety, basking under the black wing of my sin
This mind is a cellar smoking with dreams that cannot break bonds
Colored wisps twisting beyond the door, poisoning the indulger
And raising the terrible fury that rests inside.
–LM
Give me a moment
to prepare:
I will never be held
unaccountable,
if you hadn’t read the last
I am abominable, still.
I thrive under scalding water
but not for long; as my song
is laced with lyrics of thunder.
I am sharp icy glares, pale skin
& a tongue of fire.
I am free where you cannot see
even if locked inside.
I am the wild mistake with an
ancient key.
Mold me into the role
you wish me to be &
I decide how long I play (safe).
–LM
Today is my mother’s birthday,
and the death of my best friend.
My record keeper, the taster, secrets of eons held steadfast.
Oh, he breathes words
of honest thought no doubt,
but never unto me, lost:
irretrievable.
–LM
Larger than life/prismatic
Bright and burning &
With more than enough magnetism
To pull everyone in
But there’s something wrong
I represent the cold electric fence
Binding the lion
Glass walls so everyone can witness
The child with its back turned
Just to usher your attack
Because what is my purpose
If not to fuck with you
Study you
Push your every limit to its limit
Saunter up now
Low
and quiet
To the ground
And my current will ripple through
–LM
Anxiously I await the dawn
For its burning sienna glow
Is my release
Choked in black, burgundy and plaid
I exhale steam
This midnight blue canvas
Beautifully silent; its language caught
In blowing leaves and rustling trees
Branches reaching out
To me
–LM
Gnashing my teeth as the vertigo
threatens to smash my face
into the laminate, but it’s 6 am and
you’re too wrapped in sleep to
Keep watch
Distrust is a disease worse than
multiple sclerosis but it does the same
Thing
Wearing down your nerves and
Obliterating the connections
Til you’re waiting for the next loud
Crack
I turned the shower on but I couldn’t get in
I couldn’t risk it
And it’s personal but I was afraid
If I fell faint
No one would hear it and I’d
Bleed out in the drain
–LM
Between life and death
here, be as still water
for I will not have my breath
to give you.
Rocking back and
forth in the night,
I become the stone, &
you the sword which
penetrates Me.
I fear someone may hear
the cries I bear you; a mewling,
suffering, ecstatic sound
Ignoring this you greet my rhythm
and your gruff words glaze my eyes:
shaping my lips into reinforcement
Pleading
–LM
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