Friday, August 5, 2011

My Lover

My lover is my bike
I ride hir long and hard and often
When I sit on hir, our cocks rub together as we
take bumps and glide around corners
we go everywhere together
going like there is no tomorrow
because there might not be

As we mesh together
becoming one
as the muscle
and grease
strain together

The street becomes out bed
and our destination
our orgams

Except on the days we ride with no place to go
those days we push each other to see what we’ve got
how far we can go
and then when we are spent
wanting more
we lay at rest
Awaiting the next ride.


You and Me
are the intersection where self street, self street and self street meet.

is the wedding of forever and yesterday
their love child in the sunrise and sunset; moonrise and moonset; and stars that shoot and wishes from true hearts.

Lost in the space between you and me; me and you.

The constellation arise to tell us about the future that was yesterday.
It is all everything.
And today I make choices to walk away from people I love because they are toxic.
I choose love.
I choose my friends, they are and always will be my friends.
You might wager on a five but I wagered on a ten.
Not a moment did I doubt.
Conversations are simple and speak volumes about the world.

My body is a million puzzle pieces?
My identity is a choose your own adventure.
My sexuality is some assembly required.
My life is a fiction novel loosely based on reality.

You and me are an intersection.
crossing, merging, separating.
you are the sun; I am the horizon.
if you are the moon; I am the stars.

we are a crossroad.
we are a sunset.
we are a constellation.

Who am I?

Who am I?



Who is my body?
Who is my prison?
Who is my blood?
Who is my closet?
Who is my street?

dismantling, interrupting, validating, compassionate.

You are my lost self.
You are my honesty.
You are my cupcake.
You are my rediscovery.
You are my safe space.
You are my honor.

They, they are impersonal, absent, angry, confused, moral, disloyal.
They are crazy.

I am a voice, approved.
I am art.

perfect world

In our houses we dwell,
earth friendly
Our friends
everyone we see
we dance
in the eve
Plates full
of community
Food- healthy
fresh fruit, vegetables, whole grains and beans
From soil
worked by hands
Under the sun
with all our love
Down by the stream
we make beats
as we grow the rice
and harvest the wheat
the children sleep
under a shady tree
roaming free
Clouds, air, water
no more toxicity
We have higher values now
listened to the wisdom of the fairies

You and me
and our boat by the sea
Sailed away to another place
to be free for you to be you and me to be me
Radical Honesty
free form neuroticity
high from all the beauty
And we kiss under the milkyway
Yes all the stars we can see
they have become guides
they have become legacy
they tell us our future
as well as our history
we use them to chart
our trajectory
backwards epiphany
lacklust struggles
enjoying the breeze