On the waterfront, with bugs and flies. I’ve had too much to eat. Chest heavy, ass lifted. Feeling an itch in my throat . Hawking phlegm like a Vietnamese in squatting position. I guess I’m purging my impurities. Upon arrival to NY I eased into a freedom once felt. Life unlocked the shackles of a closed mind and body, i wiggled my toes in excitement. The air, putrid, yet refreshing whispered softly. Street cars zipping past and life back in my hands. I’ve paid my fare.
What type of woman do you think I am? Especially since you know me best. I rarely give anyone this much attention. Did I mention, I’m in love with your potential.
The fly that flew inside my mouth
And lived inside my body
And itch to love somebody
The man within my hands is a bud growing, I water your seeds, fulfilling your needs. Mother love, so much inside of me. And all the while I’m learning space and boundaries. Territories no real woman should ever cross. You let me push buttons and turn you on.
I’m much obliged. mm
Tonight my desire for you faded like the sunset. Leaving your bedside I rose on the west side highway on a late night. Trying to cage inhibition. She’s a wild one with no mind. The thoughtful woman inside wants to control her. Hold reigns to a leash which is my future, pulling me. Walking alongside my master.
My heads ringing. Been experiencing internal bleeding since we kissed goodbye. As I google all the things that could be wrong with me I’m not so focused on anatomy. What’s so wrong with me that the thought of loving is obsolete. What’s inside of me that’s drawing us like pen and ink? This is poetry. Wandering while wondering, sometimes you call to check on me. Sometimes you share the best of me. And other times I think I can do better.
Obviously I’m a bit confused.
That’s the state of our existence.