the element of surprise
02/22/2011 05:30 a.m.
in music
that one thing we like
is always the element of surprise;
it pulls us
it gets us every time

and we can listen to that same song
on repeat
captivated by the
same moment

but i am finding
in love and life
those moments have grown stale
and predictability
is a lukewarm predicament

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affection is irrelevant
02/22/2011 05:12 a.m.
his eyes pink
and supple
his hands always warm


i care about you


one hand on his knee

that's all this has to be

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three shorts
02/16/2011 03:07 a.m.
lust:
in a dim room
an immeasurable interval of space between
your lips and your greatest
trap

you reach a cautioned hand first—
it is only you and a
ghost you've created

*

insatiable appetite for more
than sex:
romance, secrets, the fearful first touch
the newborn feeling
that cannot coexist with the
familiar

*

the touch is cold
and quick, not lingering
over the vulnerable softness on the
inside of the wrist or
below the jaw

the kiss is dry and distracted

the embrace is safe
but i am rattling the childproof lock
on my playpen

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lifeline
02/03/2011 01:24 a.m.
tracing my lifeline
down the center of my palm
you tell me that this wrinkle
is the red line to alewife
and this line is the express train to L.A.

your glasses are at the tip
of your nose
your eyes—naked
staring, staring, staring

tracing, tracing
my lifeline
you are staring
you are smiling

*

what if everything i need
from the world, from myself
comes to me
open and willing
in the form of a man about my age
who finds me beautiful?

what do i do with this man?

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perpetual attachment
12/05/2010 04:24 a.m.
wouldn't it be too bad
if right when the timer on my solitude
ran outi decided i'm not quite cut out
for perpetual attachment

i am searching for a way
to freeze myself in limbo

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new york
11/30/2010 10:42 p.m.
new york:
a city that needs no introduction
no gimmick or catchphrase
just the ineffable something
that only those from new york can sense

he caught my eye
i caught his too, he said

and i think it was
the new york
in us

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high-maintenance
11/30/2010 10:40 p.m.
what do i expect?
i ask myself often
when commitment, sacrifice,
and loving conviction
fail to satisfy
when affection, desire
physical yearning
still don't satiate

perhaps a single man
simple cannot love me enough

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box of secrets
11/30/2010 10:39 p.m.
a little box with a tiny
lock and key
trembles excitedly
with all the things it
struggles to contain

inside of it
little slips of paper
with lists, lies, and confessions, like:

when i first noticed
your stubble, how soft it must be
your lips, how they pucker
your hair, escaping from every opening
around the edges of your hat

i am trapped
in your foggy glasses
your coat that smells like
cigarettes, your smile
sweet and earnest
you are every man i've learned
i should not love

but as long as i can fit
these minute desires
in my tiny box
my secrets are safe

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disappointments
11/05/2010 10:35 p.m.
we can never change
the default dynamic
of two people

it is physical
biological
psychological
chemistry

unfortunately this means
that disappointments
are bound to repeat themselves


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there are no poems
10/20/2010 01:39 a.m.
there are no poems
that can be written
for you, from me,
anymore
nothing new anyway

but i could write you
the same poem
over and over

about truth
love
growth
infinity

and how everything missing
in my soul
is shaped like you

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