pomegranates and laser beams

The lyrical escapades you send me on devilishly seduce me,

taunting me in a journey into the underworld

rivaling that of Persephone’s ecstasy

When she discovered those six pomegranate seeds,

Those six glittering, tempting rubies

Cracking pure joy between her teeth in those little gems

And savoring the scarlet juice that flowed down that perfect ivory throat

That Death himself dared not grasp


Save for six months of the year

and your brown eyes are boring into me from the audience

as you sip pensively on a concoction spiked with alcohol

and my god, it feels so good to know

that you could break me any time you hold me,

your words biting into my skin

your scores breaking my heart

that make me love it all the more when you hurt me

verbally slapping me around

the way that martial arts fighters

break their fists to make them stronger


I’m freaking out

Because the hallway lights are turning off one by one

Until it’s only you and me standing there

and the carnality that reflects in the lightest blue

that I’ve ever seen in my life is absolutely revolting to me

as you embrace me in the vilest of violent kisses,
our bodies traveling epic journeys entangled within each other
that would have put Homer himself to shame


your words worthy of sonnets that Shakespeare couldn’t have composed

You entrance and enthrall me,

But I refuse to be seduced by promises you whisper as

We’re curled up together while you try to assure me

That chivalry and honor and justice do exist
In a world unfamiliar with even the terms

Because they’re more than one syllable long



And we gyrate to the sound of gunfire

Shooting down the bad guy on screen

As you create a new villain in my head,

Haunting me days past your leave

It’s cute how you sheepishly ask me to moan your name,
as if you need some more assurance than the blood
running down between our thighs from
too many nights in a row too roughly
and honestly, I may be a little to drunk to remember it
momentarily blinded by the influence of alcohol
in my mind like the constant pulse of light

That shines in my eyes too early and too clearly

As I stare into the LED of 5:00 AM
It's getting late, and really, I should leave
and your bleary eyes are boring into me
like the laser beams in the bad science fiction movies we watched into the early hours
Seeing right past my lies when I say
that no, you haven't hurt me, and no, I haven't fallen for you,
and yes, this is purely physical between us two

I really should leave now because waking up next to you
is the best feeling in the world
so I must remind you that my love for you, is, after all, on a diet
Walking out the door as “I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly
At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.
Now negligent of sports I lie,
And now, as other falconers use,
I spring a man, swear, write, sigh, and weep;
And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep.”