real
whisper, silence and
pleasant
women who bring what's
missing to me
not even women really
more girls
than woman, physically mature
but young in the heart
living a life
I wont ever have . . .
coming to me
with warmth and temporary
love
silence
sits in my lap
while I run
my hands over
young brown flesh, she's just doing her job
long dark hair covering
me with a closeness
wrapping me in
forgetting
whisper
so quiet
and gentle
razor scars crawling up and
down her arms
habits and desire
overriding the youth
lost in a rush
to be free, now she works the Valley
for a pimp that was
on Geraldo
pleasant
warm and brown and soft
large dark eyes and
smile from the
Samoan islands
drinking cheap wine laced with
PCP, the secret dance
of the south pacific
played slowly across an afternoon
with the rhythms of love
drawn against pressed flesh
ending with lips
wrapped around firm male skin
every drop
pulled and savored
I think about this,
rather than golden-green eyes
and a warm hand I can't stop holding
I think about the truth I've had
rather than the truth I need
talent
talking in a
rush of
words,
overstepping each
other with
questions
words
not finished
not really meaning as
much as
our clasped hands
we shook hands
three times-
it was hard
to say good-bye
I'm still thinking
about what
I should of said
feeling like I was
15 again
lost in your
green-gold brown
eyes
Scars
a wicked scar, looking like
ripped jagged death
crossed her lower spine
brown mottled and deadly
left over pain
"Hollywood's a tuff town, and everyone needs a pimp,
my husband left me because I wouldn't party, I hope he doesn't find out and
come back."
"I left my three kids at my mother-in-laws, because well . . .
look at me, I couldn't trust my mom."
"You'll go to hell for fucking on your period, so I don't guess I'll be
lonely, but then again you'll go to hell for almost everything."
I took a dishcloth, dipped it in cold water,
put just a dab of dish soap on it,
got on knees
then gently
delicately worked the red spot of my carpet
carefully turning red stain to white foam,
then to just plain old wet, then to nothing
there's nothing left now
I just walked over and looked
like it never happened
but somehow
I don't think it's over
Pondering
the guy sits in the same
place every morning
wearing a dirty suit
his life's possessions
in two suitcases
one on his lap, the other at his feet
I can see the wedding band on
his left hand
as he covers his ears
when I walk by
I wonder what he's thinking
I'm thing the same old crap
as always
will she toss her head
from side to side
and moan
or will she
tuck her chin into
her shoulder
and grunt
with flared nostrils and gritted teeth
when we fuck
Dark Whisper
your dirty love
crawls to me from the
dark
calling to me in a
whisper
rumors
that sound like truth
stories that
cloud my dreams
dark whispers
from
my heart
that tell me
lies
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