Three Poems.
"Feeling Spiritual" God and the devil are waging war in me Like black fights the white in your eyes Or better yet, blue and black are allies Using their fists to kiss upon skin I am only bereaved When wrapped up in you If I only could die Within the confines of the sunset colors of bedsheets Dove under to beat The summer evening's heat You don't play nice Because I know You've had better men than me Before our tryst Love was all I thought I would need Now I know better than you That love has led me astray I am a dog off his leash Trapped inside your mental cage Taking endless laps Pride was my only sin You took it like a bargaining chip At the end of a discussion About the politics of sex Licking your lips to make your point Such as this: Who should make the first move Is it in you To let yourself be vulnerable If, within a breath You feel the hesitation on my lips Will it discourage ...