Saturday Night

Wild hair, eyes the color of earth
I had my heart on my arm,
bare so the world might see
those hopeless fantasies, dreams

Barefoot kiss the ground,
senseless words fly from my mouth,
noise but no sound

Butterflies flutter inside me,
creeping through my veins,
slipping from my lips in forms
of incoherent streams of words

I wish I could shut up

Strong arms, dark skin
No words, the air speaks for you
A shift in the wind, a breathy sigh
in time to those unknown thoughts

I fret, watch out of the corner of my eye
Do I cause those sighs?
Do you tire of my streams of senselessness,
these covered thighs?

God, why can't I shut up

Faux leather against exposed flesh,
foggy windows words written, "Smile."
Rain drops sparse, fat, plop on a car roof
wind dances across metal

Hands against the window, upside down
Thoughts of things done in the night,
Hot tongues and impatience,
Pain

Annoyance, your eyes meet the ceiling
Trembling fingertips against solid muscle,
A whispered command, "Don't move."
Impatient. Ashamed. Embarrassed.

More words tumble into thick night,
Latex and peppermint, flesh like yin and yang
Sweat and shivers battle, wild hair matted
Straddled, eyes among the streetlights and trees

Pleasure, pain, yin dissolves by flame
Heat, sweat, heavy breath,
More fragmented sentences, silence on your behalf
Consensual theft

Why can't I shut up?

Impatience couples with annoyance,
lends to resignation and disappointment,
Windows down, inhale
Bodies in reach, distance

You speak, words I can't make out,
trapped in my thoughts, red-faced
Upset, body cold and unfeeling
Shame, regret, this is what I'd been needing?

Flesh against fabric,
bright lights so exposed
Click, plunge into darkness
Readjust minimal glow

Barefoot, skin kissing earth
Ahead, I can't turn back
I don't want to, no words
Eyes forward, mind reversed

Palms to concrete slabs, foot extended,
On top of the world, hands grasping for other planets
Rolling the blue-green sphere beneath my feet,
Tip-toes push to unheard beats

Eyes to dark wood, cobwebbed, graffiti
Wondering how long, now, it'll take to leave me
Hushing trains of thoughts, quieting the clack clack on the tracks, turn
Wrong way, now you're no longer at my back

Relax, I try, my mind is spinning faster
than Mad-Eye Moody's eye,
God, I can't find any words,
but now you speak

"What's wrong?"
Impatience. Annoyance.
Shame. Physically unfeeling.
No words tumble up

Butterflies lie helpless, wings singed to ash
Dark eyes in the night, warm lips, paradise
Questions, quiet, seductive, deep
Muscled planes on dark torsos, can't breathe

And they flow free, these butterflies
Reincarnated inside of me,
Rush forth to escape the coming stinging pride
Retrospect, I wouldn't have gone inside

They won't stop, these words,
I wish they would, that silence so short
So sweet the constructed phrases welled inside of me
like bees, fallen trees, little praying puppets on knees

Anger swelling in my chest, I exhale to digress
Speak of stupid shit while you stand there, half undressed
Solid, wanting more, time does not permit
And still you attempt to seduce, heavy lids, bitten lips

God, you taste like fire,
spice inside my brain, veins of desire crossing lanes
Nails across skin, deep groans cast out in breath
I should have pushed you away, saved myself

Lights and buildings blur, music faint, bass heavy,
I pretend to be asleep so not to overwhelm the levees
"What's wrong?" Again the question's asked
I know, I know, the good things never last

Or rather, never meet expectations
one's never ought to have been created
By excessive exposure to naked girls
with the daddy issues that need closure

Choreographed scenes of virgin sacrifices
Thoughtless words in chests like knives and
maybe that's no one's fault but society's,
I'm glad at least you had the heart not to lie to me

God, why didn't I just shut up

Wild hair, bared legs, morning without you
Consumed thoughts, reflections captive
Comparing, trying to find something new
But there's nothing but what's likely a developing habit

Bare feet, damp sand, buzzards circle overhead
Heart heavy in my chest, a thousand tons of lead
Tonight maybe I will lie in my bed, keeping thoughts of you far away
I can't have those what-ifs in my head

Tomorrow, I may not speak a single word in your direction
Not a punishment, just quiet reflection
What do I now, what if that's all you really wanted?
I hope not, because that means I actually bought it.