Do you smell of coffee
Or perfume?
A flush of color enters my flushed cheeks
Only some of you exposed in brown haze.
You take me down so far in velvet
Only to collapse upon sweet
Sad violins that play and laugh and blacken me.
I walk towards you hypnotized by who knows what?
Might that be a firm palm or red lips
Wet with tears that tell about you.
Did you know that tears are a result of the tear ducts irritated by emotion?

I like the way you touch me
I like it when it hurts
I like they way you prod and poke discover something real.
She waited right here
For 25 years
In the spot you’re standing now, I can still smell her here
Touch that tight fabric wrapped around her taught waist
Which bore so much discipline from being held upright with your cigarette
butt.
I don’t understand your soft features
And Japanese eyes that pierce me so thoroughly knowing every nook of me.
A German gun looks best dressed when held against my vulgar chest
And these small, Arabian hands look flattered against those eyes
Which I might like to kiss someday
If you’d let me.
Be a man, girl
I could take what you dish out.
I could take your fresh mouth burning with the peppermint of so many pills
popped.
But I feel like I am ranting
Becoming your legs built on top of pedestals
That are yet so firm from being oiled up.
Oh, but girlish charm, your skin is so fragrant as I approach you flinging
aside my silken nails.
Oh my, would I be rambling again around you?
What must you think of me, boy?
Stop me before I do something silly and flattering again.
I remember you, you’ve been here before.
You stood in the same spot, the same light as just before.
I know you, I’ve held you before.
You walked in the same spot, pushed me against the door.
Do you remember me?
Do you remember you?
Do you remember the promises we made?
Do you remember December?

 
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