and your

hips &
lips &
thighs &
sighs &
winks &
kinks &...

and how
your hands
entwine
in mine

you're mine
and how
you're mine.

fresh scars and open sores

behind her hair lies her eyes
cat scratches on skinny thighs
what happened on that night
I don't know

she isn't telling me
through the fillings in her teeth
and if she's faking shrill glee
I don't know

fresh scars and open sores
all I know is all I saw.

Good-bye is a lie;

Good-bye is a lie;
for there is nothing good about it--
at the end of Sunday
you drove away, &
instead of smiling I pouted.

You're gone-- yet still linger in my room--
the scent of your hair
etched in the air--
"Damn weekend's over too soon!"

I miss you, Ms. You--
do you? Do
you love me, lovely,
as I do you.