“I like you, liking me like you”

if good pussy were good penmanship
i’d pray over the mailbox
that inside would be a handwritten post card from you
if neck kisses were breakfast pancakes and syrup
you would have to get a gym membership
to keep from getting obese & reduce the risk of diabetes
if love is truly the answer
we should go on Jeopardy
get filthy rich and move away together.
because I love you
like fat asses love couches
we belong together
like Spongebob and Patrick
like hot sauce and fried chicken
like Trump supporters and swastikas
you are everything to me
trembling fingers and pulsating
wide open
Netflix and chill spaces
you make it hard
to say what I mean when I mean what I say
because sometimes I say things that I don’t mean
but I mean to tell you everything
you want to know if you know what I mean
take it easy or get it rough
bent and hair pulling
whichever you prefer
whenever you need it
I need you like
octagons need acute angles
you look cute in that dress
with no make up
we should make love
to slow jams between bed sheets
like sheet music you set my key
unlock the door to your heart strings
and I will play with your g chord
make you music
to dance to then lay there beside you
till we both fall asleep…

a gift for you…

this is skin
a offering I give to you freely
these are bones
they are lightly used and crumbling
but if you will have them they are yours
these are hands
use them as you desire
they have secrets inside them
they want to tell you
these are lips
they tremble sometimes
they whisper
they are mostly used to hide my smile
and are waiting for your ears
to make music for you
though they do not know singing
these are eyes
they have been places
and seen things
that water the soil of the cheeks below them
they pray you can forgive me for my imperfection
they only want to see you dance, sing, and be happy
these are ears
they wait for you
they listen
for the sweet surrender
that is following you
into the darkness

All I have to give you is all I have.
It may not be much but it is all I have
you are welcome to it

this man

my Mother’s child, my Father’s son
just a man
trying to be somethings
wanting to be your everything
offering you my all…