The Party

1.            He wakes up

I wish you would go away

Phantom, poking the angry bear

brained fool who didn’t bother

getting the right digits;

the code to open your doors.

I spoke truthful words that night,

setting your hair ablaze causing

my cheeks to cherry, and our eyes

to seek new centers. But as the music ended,

you only gave sugared, pit-less promises

to the forgetful, opiate idiot

with a sweet tooth.

Even now, fermented memories of

your fruity scent cling

to my thankful nose.

My tongued hands still crave

the taste of your buttered hips.

My two feet remember

the date they had with yours;

swinging around like drunkards

in trivial conversation.

All I can do is wish that

I had a giant elephant

that night,

who would slyly raise its trunk to whisper,

“Alina,”

instead of that blubbering Petrarch

lamenting about some Laura he met

at an adult church function.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I just wished for an elephant,

instead of your name to

reacquaint itself with my tongue.

2.            She awakens

Till this day I do not understand,

what the hell happened?

I wish your lemon scent would stop

creeping from some unknown crevice

and kick my puppy

nose. Bastard.

That night, I swayed limber tree arms for you,

while you Strong Wind, smiled

shattering grey masks to reveal

cherry cheeks and Highland eyes.

I didn't care that our feet entwined

like jumbled clumps of ivy vine,

as long as you were close.

You boy, do not realize

that you became the breeze

to the meadow

I wished to be.

Stirring my barley strands

with warm breath and calloused hands,

scented spring flowers erupted,

enjoying the love of lemon citrus cologne.

I wanted you to lie on me, with me,

brushing my nervy roots with your hands of creation.

I yearned for you to smell fresh scented soil

upturned and bare, waiting to submerge

sun kissed curls and warm silk rind.

Our bodies could have formed

nature’s perfect line.

But digging through me,

you only grabbed fresh herbs

when I could have served you

my garnished heart on a platter.