nature, nurture and genetics

i want to see your eyes ravish me,
let your palms warm my naked back.
trace my silken, black heart tattoo
and tell me how i make you feel...

no skin, no breasts, no hiding...
i want you to see the inside of me.
talk to me and tell me who you are
show me, respect me, guide me to you.
take me in and love me for who i am.
nurture my starving brain as it learns,
help me stitch the scars the others left.
my gifts - nerves and faulty intestines,
the achy bones of a sixty year old and
the rational emotions of a six year old.

i want to see your eyes ravish me,
explore my universe with your fingertips.
trace my silken, black heart tattoo
and tell me how i make you feel...

nothing

it's sad when the only thing i've
to offer you is my silken flesh.
many nights i warm the empty bed
missing you and delicate kisses
an empty pillow and cold sheets

quicksand

sobs erupt from my congested lungs
alternating breath with sorrow's fire
skin crawling to leave bones behind
slide your arms under and take me in
hold my head close to your heartbeat
listen to my thoughts threaten life

february rain

loneliness grips my heart, a pain that flattens my soul. emptiness renders me gray and cloaks like heavy nicotine in the bars of my memories. incessantly i ask to be shown the purpose...the reason for this temporary, ongoing suffering. save me from this bleak time. shower me with affection and conversation...i promise to believe. i'm desperate for your story and fairytale touch.