Numb Limbs

hands thrusting over blushing flesh moving toward
finely tuned areas that pulse toward the aching hands
rushing to take all off but a
button unable to dislodge from its denim puncture
shuttering and ripping the fabric into threads and fibers moving to
uncovered breasts panting – begging to be seized when suddenly
blood is dashing to both their centers- swelling genitals to the point where
bodies slam into one another- one inside the other- one on top of the other-
moaning, screaming, gasping, grabbing, tossing and then
Bliss.

Love HAS Got to do with it

A quick glance can only show
So much from a young girl
to another girl suspecting
that she maybe
would be someone to get close
to and perhaps make love.

I always thought of love
and different ways to show
this kind of feeling, to be close
with a particular girl
and that maybe
she too is suspecting

this kind of new suspecting
of female-only love
that it could work maybe
and let it show
to all the world, especially to this girl.
My mind feels so close

to this wanted reality that is about to close.
People are cruel and suspecting
of my affection for another girl
whom I want to love-
I am afraid to show
my true self, maybe

No, I should forget them, maybe
forget those who are close
to me and who show
me care without suspecting
any ill will and love
but hate for me to show the same to a girl.

I have decided that I am a girl
and am now feeling that maybe
I am in love
with a girl who is a close
friend, and I am suspecting
that our love will show.

Family is suspecting my love for a girl,
a girl that I am a close friend with and maybe
one day I could show my affection for.

Miss Sales Representative speaks to Soon ex-lover

RUN OF PRESS!
RUN OF PRESS!
Running, running
Wishing or wanting to
RUN

What do you mean RUN OF PRESS?
It means anywhere else
In the paper – but classified.

What about Classified?
I want it in classified!
I get the feeling you do too.

I need to run,
As soon as possible.
Is today the deadline?

It is the deadline for
RUN OF PRESS
ROP or Classified.

The Advertising Coordinator
cannot wait any longer.
Give me all your ad material.

I need to give you this important
Information
And run.

So,
Please give me a column inch

My Last Love Letter to My Former Lover

Dear Chicago,

Your damp windy nights have left me with a notion to write you a letter.

The sound of the L train used to horrify me as it cried by on its high rise of steel poles and bars. It looked as though it was chasing something
that it could never catch.
Something perhaps I should have been on and maybe
I would be moving toward the outside of this little shitty living space in this loop.
Instead I am waiting in this drafty apartment
that is sitting atop endless rows of stairs.

Your tower literally tilted and swayed my head
like the mighty black blocks balanced on top of one another that stood in front of me. With its reputation raised expectations,
along with my body in its elevator.
The feeling of being at the peak of the city stayed with me
from then till a decade later.

The dirty streets are lined with both people
of profession and those having no home.
Surrounding people either speaking to me, glaring or ignoring
all make me feel appreciated.
The air is loaded with dense pollution,
tension which makes me ache and addicted.

Lets meet tonight,
as soon as you can,
to make love under the dim lights of the old historic apartment with all hardwood floors and steel radiators.