RSS Feed

naked.

naked.

naked.

sitting naked here
in a room sideways
you cut me twice
and shake me cold
the black river
your heart bleeds
singe hairs
fucking up the wrists
pick opinions
colours building
slants soldier
the boy is removing
you kissing
that’s telling
a waste of fungi
hitting this parchment
full of resenting
i shook your heart
sing a whimper
like you don’t remember
holding me here
no is your answer
darkening linger
the legs folding over
someone seems sick
or softer
talking to walls
dig at a root
cracking teeth
feel what is broken
ditch the quiet
pry out the tears
you eat up
smiling the way you do
sitting naked there.

(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: