Over 16,526,038 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
Eastern haze. Crickets playing frog.
The air binds and drags
like wet garments against leather
No cause for consumption
just gasps between
ecstatic moans
and pleading ransoms
Tracing the beads of your sweat down the gentle slopes and valleys
with the tips of my fingers
the tip of my tongue
the tip of my ample
wide
intellect.
Both faculties in question seriously underestimated
underappreciated
and certainly under used.
Better than a pocket full of beta blockers
and a bottle overflowing with tremors, terrors and dreams
The kind that wake
mid resolution
vacant arousal
distinct
lingering
sensation
The smell of dry hair and conditioner
laundered linens
wet kisses in the best places
the sharp dig of manicured fingers
and the pulsating grind-
churning and billowing
of yet another mundane dawn without you.
Possitively bursting with
disappointment
