“Girl” requirements

James Dean boy
Condescending
Sometimes cruel
I think you kind of rule
Your hair, which falls perfectly
For me to run my fingers through
Hoping you like it
Hoping I’m fulfilling my “girl” requirements
Or “lover” requirements for the daytime

Making me giggle when you drive with your knees
Forgetting to say please
And thank you
But manners at the dinner table
Polite conversation
At first
Political rants
You’re so cute when you’re passionate
I like when your eyes gleam
Sometimes you make me want to scream

And I did once, I think
You caught me right off the brink
It was by the kitchen sink
And you sprung backward
Appalled, you got mad
Ready to go
Upset
But I calmed the both of us down
Fulfilling another “girl” requirement

With you I trust all of my hunches
I buy mums in bunches
I still remember when you bought me flowers
It was the loveliest of hours
I am a downtown city-type girl
But you make me feel like I’m by the countryside
Writing by the river about my sweet boy
I hope you understand me the way I understand you
One day, it’ll be true
One day

Malibu (you)

Over the phone you speak softly to me
“Do you want to come see me”
And I do but I can’t breathe
I’m soft and small with grey embers
In a palace with no pretenders
But I think there’s something about the way you missed my calls
A cunning scheme about you
Like you’re getting an applause
Like you’re a lost cause

Minimal engagement
If we do it’s sacred
I write about you, scream about you, cry about you in ways that you couldn’t even feel
If only you would just learn to deal
And not spend so much effort to conceal
The strength and sincerity in you
But I can’t seem to get through
So I’m on my way to Malibu
Thinking of you, you, you

Wishing for you, you, you

Cologne & Cafes

Death deception
You’re my favorite
Criminal, bad boy
I can smell it in your cologne
But now I’m watching what I say
You know you can’t flag someone who writes
But I’ll do it anyway for you

I don’t want to be in this limbo
I don’t want to be having fights
This was my place of controversial poems
If they were ever come around to
You surprised me when you came around
Head held back to draw the poison
Small blade for you
I’ll do it for you

You’re salient and that’s what I like about you
Amongst many upscale man traits
Though we can share them like pie
Look at me and you amorous in July
I’ve been wondering why you‘d come back
But not too hard because I don’t want to lose you again
I’m really revealing it all
I want to attend cafes with you when they open
Places that I won’t leave sobbing
Bars with decorations or simply the video screens of winter sports
None of that matters as long as I’m next to you
Fragile fingers in yours
So that I can sleep that night

So that I can sleep at night
So that I can sleep at night
Your love makes me feel alright
Your love makes me feel alright.

July

Collarbones
You run your fingers over mine
They’re made of stone
Your hands’ edges are sharp like a knife
It’s the things you do
It’s the way you are
I can barely contain myself
I spit out your sweat
I’m running out of breath
It’s the way you carry yourself

You won’t read my work
Which may be a good thing because it’s all about
You, you, you
All dressed down, not polished
Diamond in the rough-type heartbeat
The way you say my name is so neat
Like minced so perfect
Early morning Thursday

We split like beams in-between dark surfaces
Correspond in highlights to each other’s dark embers
No pretending
I find you rough in your wake
You’re a coughing shallow pool
I’m misunderstood
You’re getting undressed
The sunset we’re watching is the very best
And I’m thinking, “Is this a test?”

Tan, tan, tan arms
Built like one of your video game boys
Nothing I love more than holding your arm
In the sweet summertime, it’s coming now
July sees us being romantic again
And it smiles, hoping it’ll last a while
Hoping I don’t set myself on fire
Hoping you don’t cut yourself on the wire
That we climb over to go where we want to go and be where we want to be

Be quiet
But it’s only you and me
And I feel pretty
The dusk is ahead of me
And you–
You’re every girl’s dream
But you’re here with me
And I won’t hold my breath
Though you’ll suggest
That we last this time
And I say yes.
Yes, yes, yes
We’ll last this time.

Paradise

Watermelons and tangerines
I feel you behind me
You’ve pressed an incorrect key
Drown with me

Your full name
Tip of my tongue
Breath sounds
Swimming through my lungs

Parasite
A golden finch
Screaming across the room
You’re such an evil bitch!

Because it’s you, I don’t flinch.

Under the mattress covers
I kiss you all over
I bend you
You’re my favorite lover

I bake you sweets
You spit out my cake
Me driving the truck
An idea you can’t shake

I’m swimming to you
Blowing bubbles for you
The camera clicks
I give your cheek playful licks

We develop the colorful flicks
We light them up like magic sticks

You’re so bizarre
Always making your weird jokes
Thank you for helping me
Get off the tar-pit smokes

I’m busy on Sundays
My personal days
But if you want company
You always get your way

Every day with you is a holiday

Let’s stay this way
This nice, calm peace
Floating by the bayside
A charming, hot ease

I bat my eyelashes and say please, please, please
Stay with me, here under the mattress covers
Play with me here, in the tree house
Dance with me, wild in the living room
Don’t let go when you hold me
Don’t say no when you’re above me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me
Just love me

Just love me