Prop

I’ve only to lean against the florid curtain

Laugh smoke into the breeze

As you strip

I’ll thrust up my breasts

Prop up your ego

But we both know

I’m in charge

Waiting

A ticking over

Summer breeze over my skin

Waiting

For this moment to begin again

Because somewhere deep inside

I know it happened before

Sloan

A gallon hat

Over a desiccated shadow

Spit and cuss

But swear you know how to treat a lady

Perhaps, tonight, harvest moon

When my breasts hang full and bright

We can lazily twist wild grass into braids

Lay deep in the earth’s embrace

Naked, as though we wished it would accept us back into its womb

I’ll slap away your calloused hands

Rolling my soft curves until you can barely handle it

You want to be denied

Stroked

Add your call to the nighttime symphony of crickets

You can almost taste it

Drown in it, like whiskey, poured straight

The cruelty of my fingers a chaser

You will be grateful for the weight of the saddle

For the prick of my spurs

A rodeo circus of depravity

Eight seconds, so you can qualify

Treat a woman right

Mr. Sloan

 

*All characters are fictional

 

 

Nightmare

Deep down, slow and noiseless

My claws are composed

Of all your decomposed dreams

Tainted with powerful fear

Muscles made of adrenaline

Eyes reflecting every twisted desire

 

Open up.

 

Relax.

 

I’m not going anywhere.

Exist

Vast enigmatic planet

Spiderweb of vibrations

So delicate

That even the ancient trees know

Something is coming for them

I exist, here on the surface

Gazing into the bowl of the sky

Divining tomorrow in the wind

A bluster of loneliness

Among a bustle of life

Teetering on the edge of not being

As we all are

Star

Shining star

 

The glamour has worn off your lanky body

 

As we watch your slow descent

 

Into perfect depravity

 

An entertainment

 

That does not escape us for a second

Bury

A sweep of desert

Long and desolate

I bury my soul there

Under the dust of scars

So that I will survive

Sign of the Century

A sign of the century

We bow to the earth

Kiss our loved ones through the roots

A tear that grows the branches

Dust to dust

Ascension

Paint the sky

Beautiful pastel

Singing a haunting hymn of hope

That echoes in the cavernous clouds

I am falling

For your angel heart

Soft feather wings

Let me kiss your candy lips

twist your flaxen hair

Round my sullied fingers

Amongst fields of picturesque flowers

Oh my sweet thing

You have yet to taste

The heady toxin

Of my tongue between your thighs

Lay against the masterpiece

Of the earths curve

Until I turn your head

Breathless

Rhythm of gravity pulling the sea

Your fingers rooting into the earth

Deep and intimate

I’ll bring you down

Slow

Until you shake

Exhaling primal calls

My softness pressed to yours

Wild abandon

Falling into dawns easy light

You will never miss home

Here in my arms

Deserve Better

Shy little thing

Peeking out over my consciousness

I kept you in palm

Took you up to heights

Where your small wings

Felt like an eagle

Every time, you repay me

In soft ways

And lovely words

Whispered in my ear

So that I sleep on sugar dreams

Of your soft flesh

Stretched out in my bed

Pushing back your mousy hair

So I can see how bright those eyes

You’ve been hiding for countless years

They really screwed you

Left you to tears and destruction

But here I am

Master

Rescue

So put it away

Let it float away down a river

Strewn with fire and debris

All your yesterdays

 

My sweet woman

You deserve better