To The Meat

I scratch at his flesh and it opens like a gaping wound of nothing and silence.  There exists tissue and muscles, veins and sinew.  I scratch harder, deeper, longing to unearth something more.  I reach bone and it just is.  He just is.  He's like the rest.  He's just like the rest.  Easy.  Simple.  No resounding discovery of mysterious delights.  He says and does what one should.  He's honest.  He's kind.  And it bores me.  In fact, I find it almost grotesque how unaffected I am by his sweet, transparent ways.  He wants what I'm sure we all think we want.  He has his identity set to fact and relishes the incomplex.  I should want this.

Then I scratch you.   I dig and I plunge my hands inside of you and I rip you to shreds and what do I find?  You bleed.  Scarlet, substantial, and full of secrecy.  You bleed and bleed and I have yet to reach bone or tissue or normal things found in the human man.  You are rare.  You do not bore me.  I could descend into you and fade out before ever reaching the truth.  I find this so exciting.  You excite me.  You stimulate a part of me I thought I had eradicated.  I feel like the person I was suppose to be around you.

Alas, I cannot be with you.  You are not mine to have.  I will suffer and wither.  Alone.

A Cruel Joke

You told me I smelled of strawberries
and looked beautiful in the sun
grasping through the open window.

Then conversation turned abruptly
and you confessed that you were
betrothed to another.

The body reacted before the brain
could conceive.
Such an unexpected reaction of
lust and regret.

I was a big bird in a small cage.
Then freed by the beauty in
your words and the touch so
serene.

You remind me of possibility,
how can I be asked to let that go?
Please don't ask.

I watched you enter the orange room
and the din disappeared.  Your people
were there as were mine but all went
with the depth in your eyes.

Timing kept us apart and now circumstance,
so what now lover?  Can you come over?
I will swim in your eyes, feast on your flesh
and drown in your words.

The you will return to the one before me
and I will be bones and skin and nothing
no more.