the space you once filled

in bed
I miss the space you once filled
your heat next to me
now all that's left is pressed sheets
your emptiness next to me

on the floor I lay

straddling me
until you drink my seed
a crumpled piece of skin on the floor I lay
until next time
you unwad me
to use me again

why try

we've tried so many times
our love it's poison
it burns our eyes
blurs our minds
eats our insides
our love is genocide
why try

the end is a new day

fighting our ending then accepting
going our separate ways
finding such relief instead of dread
the end is a new day of many

use me

use me
like I don't matter
except for the one moment
when nothing else does
except for what I can do to you
again and again

your body is mine

your breath on my neck
your spit on my face
your nails in my skin
your legs wrapped around mine
your hips pound into mine
your body is mine

it keeps me awake

oh it's been so long
but so worth the wait
to feel your wetness tremble
and make you shake
how I know they'll burn
it keeps me awake

which will we face

the lure of the future
the hold of the past
the new year before us
the old year behind us
before or behind
which will we face

sweet regret

at just the right time
in just the right space
to weight me
to sink me
to erase me
until
all that's left of me
is sweet regret

how many times

how many times must we fail
before we see the answer
the one before our eyes
we refuse to see
until it's too late
too late to see

whispering warnings

cold wind calls my name
dark night taps my shoulder
whispering warnings of her
pretending I don't understand
she leads me to my doom again

the sunset

I used to like watching the sunset with you
now I would like to watch
the sunset on you

it's so thick

your wet folds
oh so slick
they pull me in
when I get near
when you cum
you do it so quick
you do it so much
and it's so thick

be glad I let you

I slap your ass
each time
drawing you closer
closer to cumming
you beg to
not yet I say
you'll cum then
and be glad I let you

in your window

in your window
I see you
oh what a view
laying in bed with covers askew
totally nude
pumping wet fingers
do you want to screw

this nightmare

this nightmare
again and again
being chased
never ends
until I realize I'm awake
reality is mine to mold
mine to control 

your cream

your cream
it's what I seek
as it drips
to follow it's trail
coating my tongue
its bliss
but your price
its my cream you seek

you cum for me

you cum for me
when you can't get relief
from the one you're with
you cum for me
for no strings relief
you leave till next
you cum for me

destination approaches

destination approaches
how different we are now
when we first set out
we couldn't wait to arrive
now I wish we could start over

the look you gave

the look you gave
is not the look you give now
because you give no look at all
not anymore
now all I have is the look you gave

Oh Picasso

why Picasso
do you not visit me
the way you used to

you gave my brush a push
with your unseen hand
opened my eyes again

my brush no longer dances
it stands still
instead of paint
it’s dipped in glue

please come see me old friend
free my brush so I may speak through it again
I miss you Picasso

war plane

on a dank cloudy day 
in the cockpit of my plane 
in the clouds I wait 
for the command 
to drop more bombs 
give our enemy their fate 

hours roll by 
the radio is quite 
no voices 
not even static 

something is amiss 
the gauges have stopped 

the sound is not right 
in fact there is no sound 
not at all 
no sound from the engine 
no explosions to be heard 

I take a close look 
the scenery is the same 
it hasn't changed 
but it's all wrong 

it’s sitting still like it’s been paused 
the bombs 
the explosions 
in the air they hang 
like a photograph 
along with the plane 

if we won't end the war 
than something else apparently will 
it did 

moments become years 
in the air I hang 
never starving 
never ageing 
never changing 
just thinking 

something stopped this war 
but gave it to us 
perpetually 

the dead spider and bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting

the seam unseamed

once on the swing I noticed a seam 
in the sky it wasn't a dream 
because it's been seen it unseamed 
everything unraveled 
even the swing and me 
I'll miss that swing

no more left to woe

looking into sleep glass 
reflection goes unheeded 
dissipating glimpsing dread 
forever not returning 
forever not remembering 
tired and burdened 
laying down accepting 
fates final blow 
deaths touch reaches 
no more left to woe

Fucking never Touching

from the other side of the line 
beginning slight tremor 
voice quivers 
breathing hastens slackens 
wet sounds shaking 
signal weakens strengthens 
can't touch despairing 
member hardens lengthens 
seeking release explosion 
inside slick folds implosion 
not seeing imagining 
screaming 
cumming 
hanging up 
calling soon