“Like skinning a rabbit,”
You exhaled with a smirk,
As you slid my shirt over my head.
Silly rabbit…
Ensnared by the taste
Of your laugh in my mouth,
I found myself begging to be devoured.
B.P.
1.30.15
Even drunk,
I am caught off guard
By the way I remain
Intoxicated by you.
Lost
I am obsessed with the way the air hums electric between us,
Moments before our mouths collide…
In my whole life,
I have never been kissed like this.
It is worth losing everything for…
To get lost in you.
B.P.
1.21.16
And some days I don’t want to write about you.
I want to leave the page the way you make me feel.
Empty.
B.P.
Move Me
I am incapable of complacency.
Ever longing for chaotic disruption,
I yearn to feel. To break.
To form the scattered shards
Of my wounded existence
Into living, breathing, words.
B.P.
Edge of Almost
You left me stranded on the Edge of Almost,
Teetering on the brink of What Could Be,
Straddling the Point of No Return.
On the border between Love and Illusion,
I perch, terrified to fall,
And have my bones shattered against Reality.
B.P.
Twisted Sheets
Come, let us escape awhile,
And leave the world
Behind closed doors.
Tuck adulthood away,
Beneath the bed,
Beside your work-boots.
Let me remind you how it feels to be
Young.
Hungry.
Alive.
I’ll wrap my legs around your waist,
And whisper runaway tales
Of the life we would live…
If we could only abandon
The life that we lead
Beyond these twisted sheets.
B.P.
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