Beyond Bated Breath

Her love, the loving lust
Sits on a cold April day with snow
Draped only in everything she owns
With her inhibitions and anxiety
Falling with that feeling
Violently to the floor of expectation.

Her mouth open enough for breath
Her chest shakes by the chill,
Like drinking an iced fluid for taste's purpose.
Visible air escapes through lips and teeth
In rhythmic passion and second’s distance
Her love, the loving lust

What she does with her rapture
Only her crush knows.
Her wanting waits
But it is the wait that she wants
Apprehension is the seducer,
Her love, the loving lust.

Heavy Metallic Foot

There is something, no
Not something, nothing.
Over and over again, nothing
My eyes are fixed, and nothing

A brook to my river,
Heavy pebbles and light boulders.
Sand, forever and ever sand
Are they broken, my blues?

Thick putrid white unhealthy haze,
Hot is just the beginning
Air is like a blow dryer.
My windows, they salt sting

Warm sticky black death
Wind racing through, across
Brings no relief, only pain
Open, close, but lively, my eyes

Open plain miles of nothing
Drink liquid and not die
Focus on the next location.
My eyes fixed, wandering