aspiring amore I was. Thinking in poetry again. Green-blue constellation eyes. Staring. Back. I inhaled now and stopped wishing for when. I straightened my spine and felt my bones crack. A bounce in my step and new aura glow; Like there’s no longer a possible stop. And never invention of the word no. The expansion of my heart. Stomach drop. What I didn’t say came out through my pores. Sunlight showers washing my grey sky days. Opening...
I bumped my head the night we met and never saw things the same way again. The second day I saw him, we walked down a boardwalk along a salt-scented Brooklyn coastline. He wore sweatpants and a baseball hat and we talked about him being first generation and me having left for a decade. We comment on the different shades of green blossoms in each other’s eyes. He kisses me at Cony Island, on the subway and all other kinds of pubic places. “I...
magnetic incitement I became a magnet on 2nd Ave; I turned to attraction, drawn to his core. Becoming who you are, not what you have. Exceeding physical with pull and lure. I awoke the next day, drawn to the sky. My thoughts, soul and heart - a new direction. Grounded at last, a reborn style of flight. Perpetually stuck to this reflection. We fit like spirit with facts of science. Every thought magnetic, every heartbeat. Becoming vital with no...
outside (of) me it is like… i can. feel… and when? he approaches… i have this extension. i am stretching while he pulls i am twisting. (and i suddenly _________________view lifetimes in—) side. his eyes. like i do not have to tell you.
Transport Delivery “Thanks for not having sex with me.” There’s nothing quite like a 27 year old lover scorned. We started sleeping together when he was 24. I ended it recently for someone who is 52 and speaks French. Someone who appreciates shoes, smells like tangerines and tastes like vanilla. Certain things are worth the sacrifice. I’m on the corner of 44th Street and 3rd Avenue at 8 in the morning, when midtown is just as hopping as...