Saturday, May 28, 2011

A Million Stars

A million stars

One man

A million men

A million stars

All of them were wrong

All of them were you

I tried to be quiet.

I tried to be happy.

I wasn’t ready.

Couldn’t you see I wasn’t ready?

Now I’m a black hole.

All to myself.

Seeing no one.

Touching only temporary

The hot bursts of passion,

Followed by the black silence

Of nothing, again.

Everyday I’m reminded.

Everyday I see a million stars.

All of them are you.

It Happened One Night

It happens in the night, when he comes crawling through my window. Smelling of Abercrombie, and wearing it too...soft as cotton. His body, hard as granite, smothers me with warmth and passion. His full lips show an all day desire to meet with mine. Sweaty and quiet, it happens, like plate collision. It ends in a timely manner and we dress in darkness. Out the window we crawl at an hour later than midnight, to the small box with wheels parked two houses down. Holding hands, we drive to our late school night destiny. A club of men and pounding music, we fuse into one and become born again. After we leave, we meld again in the backseat of a Honda Civic, among the college textbooks and belt buckles. We hold hands again and begin the journey home at 4am. At 4:45, we stop at the beach to look at the moonlight in each others arms, death, dawn and havoc leering in the air nearby. Without a word spoken, my head is slammed into the lifeguard's chair. Blood pours out from a head wound, staining my eyes. I blindly retaliate, connecting my foot with a private spot. He jabs me in the stomach and sends me into a sand dune. My face is rubbed in the sand until I'm pulled up, gasping for air. I'm picked up and carried. I think I'm saved. I hear water splashed and the cold wetness covers my body. My head is held under until I suffocate. He leaves me, wet and bloodied, to float in the lake, only five houses down from mine. "He was my lover" he screams as he gets into his car. He wasn't talking about me.