Question

Are you gay, she asks
her long legs and honey lips
makes me wonder....if

Bastard

you napoleon
with your itchy skin, small man
dark hair, rough handed

fantasy

he whispers as he
comes in colors and floods me
with a rainbow wash

thursday

cold melancholy
the color of blue the smell
of rain on the wind

lesbian

send me she whispers
her breath tickles my ear lobe
her fingers move me

sex

you, like a warm wind
blow through me on scented skin
and my back arches

Genocide

you ended me like
the last of the milk drunk down
back wash of your life.

Fat legs

I like my fat legs
one with a lotus tattoo
one with a feather