Wiring Around My Heart

In the pet store
two hours after we had sex
a wry smile breaks on my face.
I think about savoring and tasting,
taking in your pussy and your soul,
your moans that release
your reflexes of control
for a moment.
It’s a real pleasure to do that to you.
I can still taste you in my mouth,
breathe you in my nose.
Just the thought of it.
eases my blood pressure,
makes me feel like I’m on vacation.
It rivets my soul.
Makes me know that I’m a woman.
To be a woman is soulful.
Now on aisle twelve
I grab the prescription food
for my sixteen year old
gray-blue kitty cat.
I’m a good cat mom.
I love that little fucker so much.
The two of you
have wiring all around my heart.

Our Ways To Death

As we fall to our death
from the sky,
30,000 feet from a crashing plane,
I embrace you,
hold you,
wrap all of myself around you
to protect you,
give every core of my body over
to providing refuge and solitude
to you in our final moments as we fall.
You kick out in anger,
in reflex,
in animalistic rebellion,
a fawn with her leg trapped in a fence,
and we split off and fall to our deaths
alone.
Me in tears and lost.
You in fear, freaked out, and fighting
ghosts who should’ve loved you.
Til the earth breaks our angelic selves
and busts the breath in our lungs
to nothing and everything else.

Why?

Why?

Is this what Sapphic love is?

We now know why civilization fails.

The best among us cannot love.

Let Darkness

Let darkness be
but gentle
the soul of my girl in the world
my soul made in the mold of
a woman.
Let darkness speak
in nonchalance with light
I sit there,
watching and also feeling
the sunset on my skin.
These good equilibriums,
well then let them
crown, but crown no one,
let me be one queen of humanity
amongst a billion.
Let those algorithms alone
and let them write the treatise
of this poem
until the Thracian plebeian ladies
live free
with their parmesan flakes
outside
by the farmhouse.

The White Druidess

The brown druid
went into the green oak forest
and came out the white druidess.

The brown druid
spent time listening to the slow
beats of the trees,
kissing their mossen bark
to his lips,
and talking out loud to them
in the clear language of the
common tongue
until enough of the miracles the
trees did do came true
and that endless ancient light
cracked through
into the brown druid,
turning the he into she…

and thus walked out
the white druidess from the
good and ageless woods.

This was in the 7th year before
the Great Rightening of Civilization.

Purity Of Body

The purity of your body
conforms to so many advertised standards
of women.
Well, white women, crystalline,
Anglified, Germanic women.
It makes my dick work…
…in the way that adults need their dick to work,
at least when they’ve got to that age
when their dick sometimes has issues working.
I mean, adult men.
I’m not sure about the dicks of women.
Don’t discount they certainly have one,
in some way,
I just don’t know anything about how
those things might work.
I wish I did.
I wish what I’ve written here
about women having dicks
wasn’t considered blasphemy by four, to five
of the world’s major mainstream religions.
But I believe it is.
This is one way that I’m a believer.
I believe these religions
present frameworks to people
for how they should or shouldn’t think.
And so you can’t believe that women have dicks.

Just A Texas Girl

Well, she tried moving to New York

and she tried moving out to L.A.

but along the way she found
something else she had to say

and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl

. . . just a Texas girl.

Although she was born a little boy

in her travels and her pain

she found the greatest truth in the world

and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl

just a Texas girl
just a Texas girl

just . . . a . . . Texas . . . girl.