Erotic For The Last Time

smitten-

to feel the bearings slip,

fell, went tip first.

you fainted like Kermit,

too much, too fast.

ground turned to hills-

hills to mountains,

and still

you pounded them back to dust.

i needed the shame.

needed the bones to break clean.

needed to be

the last whisper

your voice could carry.

tall brown glass—

Pyrex reflections—

or maybe just a book

you never got to finish.

digest the white powdered kiss,

miss the way your hips

kept promises

your mouth never made.

planned parenthood dreams,

should’ve lit the gyms pink—

those flamingos always fascinated me.

i live to love you,

and i love to love you—

but like lemonade,

nothing gold can stay.

music on—

watching the boys blur,

fray to bass,

nor Ken—

just something

easy to blend.

matter—

no, madder.

old rivers chain themselves

to whatever noise your bayou makes.

makes you think the west almost could repent.

i’d follow you south

just to watch the light go out—

just to know

you turned 180°

call you my Prix.

even the titanic sinking

wouldn’t kill the signal.

i know it’s on—

i’m still trying to transmit.

uncontrolled,

screaming for Tom—

and calling Major

for chance—

to vault these blues,

to still get one more shot

at being white trash on repeat.

they'll make it constant.

but you still wouldn’t

want to know,

what color it is i bleed.