Monday, March 23, 2015

I'd rather do it for love.
I'd rather do it for love.
I'd rather do it for love.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

My Pink Sweater

black black black black black blue the deepest blue dirty blue gloomy cloudy hazy blue black

My Pink Sweater

He travelled over 8978 miles to see me.
I didn't know what to do so I looked into his eyes
I reached for his hand we holded eachother for a while
but then he pushed me away.
Took my bed and my bread and
my pink sweater.

He came
delated. without care of appearances. Without care
he came and though hostile
he was ever gentle, gentle is his nature.
Silent reserved inmersed

It is summer but the sky was grey and he felt like going out with a sweater
he put it on and he looked so good. Inside my pink sweater.

(You were born to wear my pink sweater.
I was born so I could lend it to you.
My pink sweater simply exists
unconditional.)


Take off my pink sweater if you can't handle the heat.
Threw it to the ground you did and never gave another glance to it.
Though it followed you crawling getting tangled with your feet
My dirty pink sweater it follows you.
Through the streets in the bathroom while you shower every time you catch some other girls eye when a man talks to you as you meditate during the phone with your mother in the alley in a bar at the corner store getting some apples ginger bacon next to you when you read the newspaper when you take my hand and ask for picture of yourself with yourself always trying to get away from the pink sweater tired of the feeling a warm hue gives you at times you hang it around your shoulders take care of the cashmere fluff and dust off my beautiful pink sweater. It follows you.

I am dancing in the arms of another man
he buys me drinks I didn't want but I take them
and keep on dancing.
Black crop top got a cage bearing my back
if you would only see me.

his left hand holds my hand
his right hand parked in my navel
this is me dancing with another.
he keeps buying me drinks without noticing I no longer have a pink sweater.

my cat licks my arm, no rest
she licks
she licks
she licks
how many stings does her tongue hold?
she loves and it is a love that hurts
beautiful thing I want you near.

You tucked my pink sweater in your bag
You don't want it but you take it as a habit.
now it lays outside your doorstep
beautiful doormat
waiting
to fill the space, color your walls pink hot
comfortable present.

Hold you tight when you are inside me
Pink lips kissing sucking eating your Pink tip
you say that you don't want this.
hold you tighter in the winter just grab my pink sweater darling.

It will be laying on your doorstep
calling you
calling me

months of men holding my navel not caring if I'm without a pink sweater.
without it my glasses don't match so I'll be dancing blind. Why would you leave with my pink sweater and not drop word? You so silent.

I'll have to walk into your doorstep and ring your bell
so I can finally say
'Ok, so I guess I'm taking my pink sweater back'