declanewan123

I try so hard to clench my shaking frame. I feel myself slipping out of this world. I cannot even be hedonistic: Food, sex, Things do not pull me back. I am a transcendental being. The bittersweet knowledge, Of how I am supposed to feel & that I am missing out on orgasmic euphoria, Makes me despise this shell But binds me to my body. With every meal & every coitus I try to return, But I have already Gone too far. As I cry It starts to rain.   - Not of this world

The swings on the playground next to my old house Spend their late nights bored. Sorry for when you hurt your ankle Jumping off to impress me Or rather because I dared you to. During the day Kindergartenders on their way home & late for supper Still keep them company, But at night No other guy wants to get drunk & go swing Or climb The trees in the park. They still remember The summer your hand roamed up my leg Watching the others from above.

Sister you are Ageless amber In your summer skin, Roaring waves of hair Rolling down your braced back. He kisses your neglected neck, Your body sings In his warm embrace Assembled into unity. Only to let his hand wander over you Sorting your parts into categories again. He puts all the boxes away Except secondary and primary Sexual characteristics. When he’s done You’re left among spilled pieces Of your muted numb shell.