Powerful

on another day,
I would love you more
but we’re so busy
and all I want
is to be powerful
in your mind
I want to be enormous
and I want you
to say to yourself
what a life worth living
what a love worth taking
but we’re so proud
and reluctant to admit
how vulnerable we are
how scared of stepping out
of our houses
of our routine days
on another day
I would touch you softly
I would whisper
all the words connected
to everything you are
on another day
you might know the answers
to my prying questions
but today we’re hiding
in the details of our duties
and the complexity
of the things above us
make us smaller than we really are
and our fears smother
all the things we long for
all the beauties
that exist inside us
on another day
I would believe
a little bit stronger
and you would speak
a little bit louder
and we will be
all together bigger
in all the lines
drawing out our images
will merge twisted
on another day

4-29-96

Overqualified

qualify me
will you please
explain yourself
the sweet voice
and gracious smile
should I move on
or be patient
are we beyond
all the deadlines
or is this wish
more than overdue
here for the taking
but no one has asked
why did you wait
outside my house
with a painful silence
before the usual kill
am I to assume
not to assume
you can read minds
how lost are you
even as much as I
qualify yourself
you leave you intentions
as vague as my words
I just want you here
and now as real
and as clear as the letters
on this page
qualify me
as good as you are

4-26-96

Sex & Mind

can I have your sex & mind
may these haunts of flesh & bone
merge spirit & ideal
fucking from a virgin seems so naive
a temporal menace
to accomplish your end
I want your heart on my plate
such selfish honesty, but
you won’t judge so hastily
be above be beyond
his tongue touching his lips
his cold hands beneath my hair
chilling my neck
I can play
drooping eyes brown like
sweet chocolate hair sharp
between my teeth I can
taste his substance
but not yours
you cloak every fiber with
an awkward gesture
hide your eyes hide your hair
keep your lips dry and small
give me nothing but your
long bones to stretch my eyes along
he wears his sex on his chest
your subtle sensuality comes
from your head
disguised as value
costumed in intellect
you call yourself a thinker
I call you a tease
his fingers reach out
to conquer his prey
you lash out questions
and I am your victim
can I have your sex & mind
I am no temptress I can not
be your splendor of ideals
but I must be yours
taste my heart pure
take my body as a sacrifice
take my hair between your
hands against your face
warm your mouth from my lips
look into my eyes to my mind
see my desire of thoughts
my unquenchable lust
for knowledge you
know me now

4-21-96