Splayed halve
Spread wide,
Honey pooled within a pitless center
Pinkish flesh glistened in wet;
The perfuming scent of her glistening nectar.

I’m drawn in,
Like a magnetic force,
Adrenaline rushed through my blue-green ravines
As eyes affix to the soft fuzz,
As lips press to the hooded split
Giving it just a simple kiss,
Hot breath over cooling droplets
Mix with perspiring anticipation.

My tongue escapes, traces her shape,
Lines of lapped lashes lapping lavishly
Tasting the sweet fruity juice mixed with honey
Sweetly savory, delightfully sticky
I’m always famished, she feeds me when I’m hungry.

I circle the center,
Invade the pool like Normandy
Blitzing my ballerina tendril
Water polo sports, diving deep
To drown my maw in decadence.

I growl, as my stomach grumbles
Needing more, no longer humble
Succumb by glutinous greed
Imperative to life, as if without this sweet treat
I would be famished,
A third-world denizen in desperate need

She is everything to me,
As my tongue dances like an ice skater
Tripling twirls and gliding circles
Lines of perpendicular or
More in particular designing shapes and letters
*** emojis are written linguistically
Like braille for the unseeing eyes
In languages, only the deaf can prescribe
As nectar waterfalls sweat from her fleshy ripeness
And honey pools like placid lakes.
Face wasted, beard slaked
I looked at my plate and then I ate.

Daydreaming under neon luminance
I’m dancing through dark spaces
Where the light divides lines
If I touch, I wake
If I wake you fade.

How can I wade through space?
In the waves of time misplaced
When every time my eyes close
I’m seeing heartbeats strobe your face.

When can I travel beyond the path of reason?
When am I more than a winged insect to your fires?

I’m swimming
Into the purple and blues of this room,
Finding the beauty and reason
To bring you back to me,
We are like the roots of a forest
We tangle endlessly.

So let me sleep,
Let it be a token of my release
You’re a drug I need,
I’d die of withdrawal if you depleted
And if it’s a worshipping you need,
I’d break the pattern,
Submit to you as you have to me.

Whip me with your leather,
Tie me to the bed posts,
Do with me whatever,
I don’t want to lose this,
Need to feel my purpose
Spotting you with love bites
I can see you clearly in the low lights,
So as my eyes close won’t you come home?

Why has the night become synonymous with all the ways I wish I could paint by numbers,
Cross the stars to trace your face?

Could I be so certain that the dark contrasts that bleed our canvas wasn’t tainted by the depths we’ve dove?

When the ocean of our souls pulls us under, who would light the fire?
As the light faded to a pinhole,
Could we even see the monsters of the deep,
Waiting with open maws to swallow us whole?

No, it’s the night that takes its hold.
As the taillights streak down country roads,
I know you’ll find a way to signal me home.

Be my liberty,
Be my dream.
Find me in your melodies,
a concert of screams.
I want you to know the me,
no one has seen.

Beyond the cusps of our black mirrors. The night has become synonymous with the way we tangle endlessly.

I need you like oxygen,
Want to drink you down like the freshest spring
Mesmerize my sight I don’t want to see another thing
Unless it’s those diamond eyes,
Sparkling refracting lives
I’d spend just to come inside
Find my way home in the fabrics of your soul
Oh, I’m on my way home.

I need you like adrenaline
Bring you mountains if you’re feeling too short on your molehills
We can fight until the sun comes up
If it’ll make you riled, and let me see your wild
I don’t want to hear another thing,
Unless it is the way you moan,
Cooing warmth up my spine
I’ll take you there, make you mine
On my way home.

I need you like you’re ******.
Want to feel your kiss enter my veins
Subdue me with your lips
High from the way your tongue fits
Swirling around connected like an interlock
Singular soul, pneuma, so spiritual in your touch,
I’m thirsty with my lust,
And I’m on my way home.

I need you like oxygen,
Breathing you in
As your scent tickles my senses
I’m hearing colors, seeing sounds
Found my forever space within your heart
Oh, I’m on my way home.

This shell wasn’t meant to open,
Not when the tepid world could never
See the beauty within the calm of lilac,
The serene scent of stargazers,
Or symmetric patterns of hydrangeas

Invisible, walking among
Miserable, unable to remain strong
Malleable to conformist reform,
Toe the line - chanting “one of us!”

Lies told in mirrors
While the mirrors reflect truth,
Yearning for you to see beauty in -
Vivid viola, Cherry blossoms, or blue forget-me-nots.
Longing for you to see me.

And when I took the chance,
Hatched from this husk,
Let the real explore like a settler
Claiming myself one among an adoptive tribe
I knew the doors to your imaginary kingdom would close,

Now, I’m just one of those
No longer worthy of accolade,
Not receiving past praise
Of blazed trails of those I’ve laid
Endowment blessed,
Heart is an open hotel to rest your head
Vacated and yellow taped
Murdered because I dared to show you

Beauty in nightshade, pink rose, and iris
Neon pink, UV purple, and Cold cathode blue
My compass was never broken; it always rang true
It’s just led me through detours to journey here

And I must ask,
Blunt as I could make it.
Until you're unable to turn away
And left to face this,

Truly,
Dearly,

Is it because I’m Bi?

It feels like a blade twisting in my stomach,
And I’m swimming like a shark fin.
I’m sweating from simple tasks and can’t hold a conversation.
Lack of sleep is catching up with me,
And I’m left with a zombie shuffle and raccoon eyes.
If it’s my time,
I’ve resigned myself to it and found solace in a life well-lived,
Constantly transformed.

Why is it so cold when your fingers touch?
Why can’t I feel you on my tongue?
When did the magic lose its spark in the way you used to hold me?
I would do anything for one more dance in the rain.

Open me like a letter,
Spill your fingers over the contents,
And let me say the words that stay hidden,
Locked behind the space of fear.
You won’t find them kissing upon your ears.
I need to know if you still see me.

You’re an apparition to me, translucent,
Passing through me, taking all my life force.
If only it could make your lies work.

It’s so cold when your fingers touch,
And as we kiss, I cannot feel you on my lips.
It’s like loving the air as toxic as it seems,
Choking me as I fall between the seams of reality
that there is no fae to guide you back home.
And I dance alone.