Suburban Night

We'd be lesbian lovers
Were we not so bound
By what we have
In pseudo-straight suburbia
Yet what we do
Is take trips to Wegman's
Squeezing fresh fruits
Before plopping them
Into our baskets

Easy

You are too easy
To figure out
So transparent
It's me I can't seem
To unlock.

Gratitude

Be grateful
(occasionally)
for suffering
it is the
perspective bringer.

Implausible

How can it be
That one
So full of wonder
Should feel
Such hollowness
Inside?

Riding Midnight

Heat hugs onto every curve
Wheels tilt at every turn
We are parallel to the river
Geese honk
Turtles startle and splash
Tight ass in front of me
Rhythmic pumping pedals
Leading the way
She turns to laugh
The humidity creates a haze
Around her aura
A halo of my dreams.

Dream State

I beg you not to come again
Dreams dribble out
A bucket of honey
With stingers flecked
In the light
So sweet
So painful
Amber memories
Spatter the walls
Of this brain
Abject beauty
Incredible horror
Opening my eyes
The day dawns
Sweet taste upon
My dreadful tongue.

Illusory

Perfection
It comes in
Impeccably wrapped
Shiny boxes
Little tiny cubes
Filled with nothing
But illusion.