Minutia

drinking much poetry
drowning in tea
and patting my back

each hour i don't call you

still my thumbs itch to text
or glance at my inbox
so i hide my phone in the top drawer

under my panties & go paint my nails

ferreting around these colossal towers of minutia
i've built to hide myself from you

and your irresistible gravity

Bondage

if i capture you, will you live in my cage?

will you sing to me sweetly while i welcome old age?

 

if i free you, will you fly in my skies?

will you spin, whirl and twirl just for my eyes?

 

if i paint you, will you hang on my wall?

will you watch me walk safely down my dark hall?

 

if i ensnare you or let you run wild

i'm just your slave - you have me beguiled

 

 



 

Vortex

Maybe you see me; prob'ly you don't
Whichever way, escape me you won't.
I'll try to look away instead of inside
but your vortical pull leaves my eyes blind.
What I'll see instead is all in your head --
Your living - Your loving - Your sick and Your dead
It feels like a wormhole when you suck me away
And you blister my flesh like a hot Texas day

Submission

even as i fight her, i want her to win --
to upset my world and reverse its spin.

draw me. quarter me. eat me alive.
rip out my innards and hang them outside.

cut me. torture me. cause me to bleed.
give birth to my soul just to harvest my seed.

i know what she'll do as i welcome her in
she'll rape my whole world and give it her spin

Self Doubt

my flesh quivers like a digital mirage
as she shakes and vibrates underneath
her feathers poke thru in places where i told her to hide
her scales shimmer and glisten and tighten and quake
and her power reeks of freedom and peace
but still i squeeze my eyes shut
i dig my fingernails into my palms
as i try to will ignorance back into place