Some Stories.

Written on:Sunday, December 07, 2008

"Kiss me" I like your aged hands dark hair and the way your rough jeans feel against my satin thighs bare and naive to what will soon come feed my starving tongue you make the winter so very warm in the backseat of your car, so very warm I like your strong hold authority and the way you pull me toward you, in the summer, by my arm in only my swimming shorts, if and when i'd rather swim deeper you whisper to swim upon you,instead too scared to miss out too scared to shake my head sometimes I'm confused sometimes I dont really know why the way your rough jeans feel against my satin thighs but its all worth it,in the end once I know of what will come and as you feed my starving tongue kiss me ___________________________________________ "Stranger" I dont mind if you follow me home because most of the time,I feel so numb I dont mind if you violently pull my unwilling hand as you shove me into your rugged bed and muffle my lazy cries with your palm because most of the time,I feel so numb. but if you follow me home on one of those good days, you better be careful that I dont ask you If I can stay you better take caution of that happy hour its the moment that feeling rushes in when you should pray you dont run into me,then and you better beware of that elated hour, because I might start decorating your home and dont mind if I move the tattered furniture or dust the bookshelf and the television's bunny ears dont yell if I jump up and down on your bed,nonstop heavy and hard while youre trying to read one of your favorite novels and you keep looking up at me,in your four eyes- couture I'll scream out "you look old!" and dont nod your bothered head in frustration, when you find out I ate all your icecream. "it was either that or pickles!" because stranger,you never know whos numb inside,or feels alone Better beware,if you follow me home. __________________________________________________________ "The little boy" he never looks me straight in the eyes and If I dare turn to him,his hazel sways away stares so blank,behind my glasses, a curious blink Awkward silence, I'm just here for your little boy. You pay me well, I say but what If I want more? quench the drought inside of me, Cant you see it? No,i feel so strange.What am I saying? I barely know you, You barely know me sometimes your conversation is annoying I dont think youre that special maybe its just because of the nothingness inside of me when you feel so numb and dead (as I do), everything else seems so amazing,and magnified ten more times alive, externally. can you see me, externally? You probably think i'm nerdy or that I bare only a year more than your 6 year old sons maturity you just dont know me and I'm sorry for thinking youre boring. I dont know you either. Youre probably not always boring.. I dont know why I'm thinking.. I shouldnt be thinking.. I'm only here to play with him, keep an eye on him, feed him, giggle with him as we roll around on the floor together, and he shows me his toy trucks so why in the world.. do I care about the way you stare down at me, once coming in through the front door, suitcase and all.