I WROTE THIS YOU KNOW

i won’t think that kissing your lips
will be like drinking from the fountain of youth
because i’ll be too nervous to even remember how to use my lips
or my tongue
and i won’t know what to do with my hands
should i put them on your arms?
or on your shoulders?
or at your waist?
and what about opening my mouth?
when should i do that?
how much tongue is too much tongue?
does my breath stink?
do i have food stuck in my teeth?
how’s my technique?
how’s yours?
oh my god, what if you’re a bad kisser?
after all this anticipation and daydreaming
what if you sweep me into your arms and look into my eyes
and say all the right words
and then kiss me with basset hound tongue?

(c) 2008

I talk too much

Look! That is the place where I will talk about not writing and not clog up this blog with non-writing things.

Sometimes

Sometimes I forget. I forget that my admonitions fall on deaf ears. I forget, have forgotten, have never known, the sound of my name in your voice or the feather light whisper of your fingers on my face. Pre-dawn hours, both so raggedly exhausted that our conversation is nothing but giggles and ridiculous flights of fancy. Your eyes are exhausted. You haven’t smiled in years.

I miss you.

(c) 2008
5.3.08