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I saw the most perect pair of knees today as I accended the subway steps
i looked up and there they were
it made me realise how little I remember from all the people I see each day
just a pair of knees here and a beautiful smile there
yet I can recall every map in your dry cracked skin
the way the black coars hairs curl around your lips
I could pick your finger nails out of a line up
we are lucky to have each other
we are lucky for life is a swirl around us both
and for you and me we build reality on our memory

Considering

I consider you are calling now because you can't stop thinking about what coulda woulda shoulda been last night. And my mini tantrum and pleas for attention got the best of you after you tried to shove me off earlier today. Sanding floors and finishing wood sounds more interesting in conversation then it is in actuality. And your curiosity got the better of you for what I do with my body in the night are the thoughts that get you through the day. So I consider the fact that you are calling to get you the juicy morsels that will make the sweating and tiresome work you will do today tolerable as the radio plays in the background and you realize NPR is not as good as it used to be. I consider that your ejaculations are not as powerful as they once were and so now even having cum only two nights ago after talking to me you still do not feel satisfied and I consider that now when you look down at your naked body and wrinkled hands you Wonder "will she still want me like she did". I do consider that I am getting younger as the years are rolling on. My life path is bringing me full cups from the fountain of youth. My smile is wider and my laugh deeper then it ever was when when you called me "mine"

And I consider all of these things when your name comes across the screen. I will always answer your boatman's call, I will always leave the light on and I will always make love, if even to a different man.

Knockout

Tonight he says he is a friend. He says it is so good to see you. How have you been. Thank you for coming. The crowd filters in the place fills up. His sitter is sitting with me and we drink at the bar. He grazes my shoulder and his looks beg my attention. We laugh about old times and his new album. We never mention my last night in LA. We never have spoken about what happened. He takes the stage and there is only standing room. He announces there are new songs and I smile along. But the lyrics sound so familiar as I realize I was there. I can't forget the details as they roll of his lips. Before he goes on he speaks my name on stage and says how the next song was written in my bed room though I didn't know it. So here is the beginning of my night.

You always go

And do you disappear with me. Do you make the arrangements and pull me from my current life. Are there books and pots and pans there. Will I have the loom I always wanted and a bed that is impossible to get out of on those cold Idaho mornings. And will you disappear from your life that leaves you half empty and fully exhausted. Do you leave it all and build this dream in secret. Perfecting your true loves every whims before she can even come up with them. And when finished do you speed to her door and beg her departure to join you in a northern place and promise she will never want to return to where she is leaving. And when all of the wide eyes and tears of joy subside to a long nights and many days of passionate appreciation. Will you then disappear from her when she restfully sleeps thinking "now I have everything"?

Bears

It is blending beautifully. Yesterday and right now. It blends and I spin a new version around me to keep warm. I changed the sheets this morning with a sense of relief. One weekend over. The nights of a shared bed and the sound of a snoring one. The nights where my shifting in my sleep awoke the bear next to me and reminded him to place his paws around me and I again became trapped. The sheets changed, one man gone for now and my eyes are looking around again

Here

I press my body into theirs. They blend into one man. One cock, one mouth, one being that still does not add up. And I smile over bad food and I giggle over expensive drinks, and I keep my eyes open when I cum one hand on their back one on my clit. And they always call again. They call and ask for another date. They compliment my boots and say I am funny. They ask about my family and my dreams. And I stare blankly at their lips my eyes grazing the outline of their cock in their jeans. And I count the minutes till the check comes and the alcohol takes effect and I can convince them to reach up my skirt in public. To kiss me deep and full of tongue on the well lit street. And again as I loose their name for a moment I cal them baby as fingers, tongue and cock slip deep inside me. And so they all become one man one mouth one cock.

Brooklyn

...and I lived in Brooklyn before it did get ruined. when the streets were ours for impromptu baseball games. and cigarettes hanging from our lips and whisky bottles tucked by our hips. we swung baseball bats in empty street. we partied every night of the week when friends had whole warehouses for only hundreds a month. we played music in the subways before baby strollers took over. we bought weed at the bodega and drank booze on the shore and watched Manhattan lights before the yuppies took over. and we made music before it was cool, we painted clothes and sold them on the street before it was fashionable and we laughed before we knew we would get old...I lived in Brooklyn once and it was beautiful.