lestylovert

Your smile was slow and prolonged over several languishing seconds— perhaps time even stopped (the world (I swear) stopped) Our friends and their chattering faded to a lazy buzz. Again, I saw that glimmer in your eyes a mischievous glow around those lips that I kissed (long ago). They thinned and thinned and parted. And then your eyes (my god!) threw me in a collision of past and present as confused and jumbled as the pool of warmth spreading slow and delightful in my chest, across my shoulders and up my neck so that I, helpless, could only smile back.

She sighs and slides    Her fingers across his torso Where her fingertips catch the hem    Of his shirt and nails, Long and sharp,     Send a shiver up his spine.

Sometimes I imagine    What it would be like        If you hold me again            Against your chest Feel my eyelashes against    Your skin my hands entwine        Your hair and our bodies            Intricately join As beautiful as the soft     Melodies of this song        As deep as the            Bass vibrations

Let us walk, hand in hand, through the fire together. It is, after all, our own creation. Lock your fingers in mine so that when we burn, we burn together. And after the fire, when it cools, when it’s steaming, when our skin scales And scars, and the desire has left our eyes, We’ll sit down together to smile and laugh, Knowing, my hand still in yours, that life extends beyond the flames. (We are not consumed, but flake and fall away with the wind)

I Mary, sweet Mary, went out one day To meet her cute friend, Paul, by the way. As he kissed her small cheek, He looked perfect in pink. Poor Mary sighed when she found he was gay. II She woke up one morning to knocking Of hooves and snorts of horses jostling He offered her his hand, And galloped from this land Together, their home they left mocking.  III I sat in a pew of my church last night While the organ hummed melodies, light. But soon the tune did merge And morph into a dirge I brushed the dirt from my arm in fright.

Like the rustling Of the leaves high In a burning maple I feel the whisper of your voice Aflame with quiet, Concentrated passion Caressing my lips.

Recipe for Renewing a Stagnant Writing Career Heat oven to 425 F Ingredients: -1 heart -2/3 c. confusion -2 broken promises -1 attempt at friendship -Jealousy -Anger (for bitterness) -3-5 naive dreams (as desired) Directions: Take one young heart and crush it thoroughly in a medium size bowl. Pour in confusion. Stir until well blended. Fold in broken promises one at a time and set aside. In small skillet, sauté one attempt at friendship until transparent. Season with moderate amounts of jealousy and general anger. Combine both mixtures. Pour into desired pan and let bake for 2-3 weeks or until golden brown. Let cool be

I could open my throat and Send vibrations hurtling Like spears through those cords So they tremble and threaten to break In the space of an inch from that ear And I doubt if you would blink. I could take this blade In my hand and slice a vein Let the blood flow in tiny ribbons Through valleys off cliffs Let them splatter at your feet And you would see only that those Damn brown shoes of yours Are getting dirty.

High on a hill above a town A figure can be seen. Her hands are lashed behind her back Around a wooden beam. She is a martyr for her faith; Destined all of her life To stand upon a pedestal, Beautiful in her strife. At her feet lay heaps of roses, Heavy against her shin; Every thorn draws a bud that drips, Blossoming on her skin. A swift breeze brings the stench of fear; The crush of heavy treads. Each step brings closer treachery, Filling her heart with dread. A circle surrounds her temple; A mob-tongue demands fire. Shallow lies brand into her flesh, Slanderous from the mire. She finds her voice and tempts their ears,

He quivered under her nails and shook between her lips. Turning, savagely grabbing, hesitation, possession Eyes smoldering with ancient fire His lips parted with the wish to devour. (she tasted real like the earth. like hair and skin and lust. like desire. like beauty)