Life is funny, the way it pivots on invisible hinges. We take note of the obvious moments: marriages, births, deaths, but we seem to almost ignore the moments that mark us forever, that change the path we travel, that alter our very personalities. It is only later that we turn around, we look back with the perfect clarity that hindsight allows, and we say to ourselves, "Oh, so that's when it happened."
"What you missed is a wonderful opportunity that you will never again get from me or anyone else. You treat me like a fragile glass ikon and then almost immediately, brush me off like yesterday's table crumbs. For once in your miserable inexperienced life, you can be honest enough to admit that what you did was pathetic and amateurish. I'm through with you and I'm through being in your control."
She then stood up and left him standing there like an idiot who didn't know what had happened.
I like that woman. I should get tips from her.
"Don't you hear it," she asked and I shook my head no. She then started to dance and suddenly there was music everywhere. It went on for a very long time and when I finally found words, all I could say was thank you.
She knocked
a little bit harder
and with a sense
of urgency
on his hotel room door.
He knew she would come
if not hysterical,
nervous or
just like right now
intoxicated.
She accuses him
of things they
already know
but never talk
about
The elephant
in the fucking room
finally gets
recognized.
Tonight,
she just wants to be loved
and he
just wants to finally
love her.
I've seen better days
days when I've stayed
in just one emotion
and wanted just one need
These days
I swing from a rope
that has one end tied
to the beam of my
bedroom ceiling
and the other
tightly wrapped
around my neck.
It's going to be
another cold
from a virus that
has mutated.
Another burnt
steak from another
restaurant
that seems to be
more pathetic
than the last.
I'm in between days
and in between hard things.
Fiera
she's been named that
it means fire, in Spanish
I think.
She lost her virginity
at an age
where we were
all involved with dolls
and toys
not penises.
Now, Fiera only makes love
has sex with
fucks only
young men
young enough
to be called boys
She says
they are sensitive enough
to know
what she wants.
She wants men to cry
cry when they make love
have sex with
fucks her.
Fiera knows
only boys cry
men never
or will never
openly do so.
***
It was the mangoes
of her breasts
that lured him in.
Tangy and sweet,
that's what he thought it would be
so delectable.
The cinnamon scent
her skin gave off
was ambrosia.
No man could resist
and no man would
want to - resist
that is.
Her eyes were chocolate
deep and dark.
You can never tell what she's
thinking of.
Curtains cover
the windows to her soul.
Lips of red wine,
a mouth like a rose,
legs that felt like
soft, silk souffles
All they wanted to do
was to
eat her up.
"Everything's conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions."
-- Son of Coma Guy, House, MD(Season 3)
