slippery
i hold on to the rails
to dive
in on my head,
on my mind.
you've got me tattered in
mispronounced
i luv u's
i o u's

plitter-platter across
skin
little perfect
sin
secret-delicious
deception.

i never meant to draw you in.

this is pencil
for the mind of a girl
is ever-so-changing.
thoughtlessly.
erasure
is greater
than ink
when its on paper.

party rice.
throw me on
over your shoulder,
like salt.
i don't want to tempt your luck

and turn you down.
i like the volume
spilling out,
crashing loud

!!!

like me.

pretty
bruised
angel
asleep.

freefalling, speed-dialing, erradicating, cutting open, extracting, pulling

it off -
putting it
down

SLAM

on the dashboard -
vinyl

like my sweetheart
interrogation pants
that i wear when
i am
whooping your ass.

vixen. tramp.
high-heeled smut.
i push you back,
spit you out,
climb on top
and hold on

like the whole world is going to turn
over and
we have just
begun to begin.

this is clasp -

tired loneliness on a cold january night

un-somber sleep.

un-awake.

mind-drilling these waves
that try to
lull
the pain
back to a-way.

i want inside the burn,
flesh un-promised,
un-yearned,
un-known.

i dare you with a first kiss.
i plead you for a second.
i'm on my knees,
in the doorway
swearing this is it,
this one is the last one.
here. today -

i don't know how well i know you.
hell,
i don't know how well i know me.

Learn
This
Answer.

if it leads to
me
you
between
is okay
everything.

quiet sleepy.
slip away.

03/17/2012

Posted on 03/17/2012
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