art museums romance Uncategorized

greek revival

i want him

to slide his tongue

into my mouth

atop the grand staircase

at the art museum

my back arching over the brass rail

as he pushes his hardness

into my skirt

making marble columns quake

as the stained glass saints

and watchful docents

turn their heads to blush

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

just to kick my cat

he counts the syllables
of my haiku hoping my math is wrong

he sets his alarm clock for 2 a.m.
to wake up and purposefully misdial my phone

he would deny me water after soaping

he would wage war on my dinner plate
by squashing to death all the baby peas

he fantasizes about my being seated
on the bus seat in front of him
so he could pull my pigtails

he would rip off all the heads of my dolls

he would walk a thousand miles out of his way
just to kick my cat

he wears a hair shirt
and regularly gives himself a good lashing seeking store brand martyrdom

he curses raccoons
for dragging away the dead horse
he so loves beating

all because i do not desire him

he does everything except
leave me the fuck alone