grendel_kin

there was a woman who was lover to Nietzsche, lover to Rilke and lover to Rodin....

i would love to match myself against a woman that strong...
....but i keep confusing crazy with strength. with strength there is a spine behind the mad genius. with crazy there is only this willowy little girl behind the curtain of genius. i demand that my woman be a fighter, a princess, a pornstar, a mother, a poet and, through it all, a person who smiles easily.




and now for some improvisational blathering...........

i would bend my heart back
to the beginning of time
to align events just so.
to make this day a day
of tongue play and mouth play
that'd cause those brown eyes to glow.
yeah, i'd do this...and more,
but the snap back from that what if then to this yup, its real now
would crack my heart for certain.
and there's no guarantee you wouldn't leave tomorrow.
i've gambled on you too many times, gal o'mine....
...i can't help but feeling that alcoholics have it easier than me.
what do you do when other addicts pity you?
why is it so damning when all i wanna do is kiss you?
i sleep with younger girls just to upset you----
---an adult version of pulling your hair.
how ya like me now???
sure, of course you're coming over.
sure, of course we'll fuck four times.
sure, of course you'll call tomorrow, come to my show, say that i'm funny, tell me of our future, send me chocolates and dirty notes, suck me off and make me hate other girls for wasting my time, tell me i'm pretty but that only you get me, say that you're pregnant and how happy you are that i might be the father...
it was ready, set, go! with us...and you damned us at go.
sure, of course i fell for you at ready.

........an end to the blathering has come.