this is NOT finished. & don’t get it twisted, this is ALL purely fictional. i haven’t picked up this piece in forever, but i just wanted to post it up, so i could look at it in full, maybe get the inspiration on it goin’ again, so i can actually finish it. & (of course) hopefully, get some constructive criticism along the way.
** for those (if any) of you lookin’ to help, i’m more focused on the sexual aspect of this piece. you know, metaphors & what knot… so any help is appreciated. i don’t even care if it’s “constructive criticism” or not. (the blunt truth is actually my preference) but seriously: any feedback is welcome & will be embraced. hook a lady up! 
hehe… thanks. p.s. i KNOW it’s long piece, and so YES, i do KNOW that it needs a little trimming. but bear with me please! y’all know how WRiTER’S BLOCK can kick your ass. 
© 2006
I
laid beneath him,
And bore my soul
Before moonlight.
I
Stole kisses
For all of the minutes
We had lost,
And slid
Finger-tips
Across
Every inch of his body until
I could retrace all of his crevices from memory.
I
laid beneath him,
And knew he complemented me…
And we ascended up to heavenly heights, like angels,
And played “hide-n-go-seek” between clouds,
Tiptoein’ across constellations.
We exchanged halos & conversations
And until God gave us wings to fly,
We passed the Time oh-so-nonchalantly,
And as we laughed, he managed to wrap
Orion’s Belt
Securely around us…
But I secretly snuck off
To collect moonshine and stardust
To compensate for the future cost of tossin’ him to the side
While I had chosen to divide my time between
Denominators that didn’t include him.
But that doesn’t excuse sins
Made by mortal mistakes
Oh no, that doesn’t excuse all of the days
I had taken for granted & given away,
Like the spare change
I let weigh me down
I said, like the spare change
I left, like dead weight,
Forgotten in pockets
When I had been the one
Who had needed to save
All the penny-bought thoughts & nickel-kissed offerings
Instead, I compulsively spent our silver-dollar dreams away.
I said—
I HAD BEEN THE ONE
who had needed to change.
And so I changed & he spared days
And spent nights with me.
And I gladly traded in Staind window panes for
Hours that led us on top of overlooked overpasses
Yeah, we laid beneath
Majesties & sat above silent highways
But he was my high of my day
Even though watchin’ a sunrise inside grey irises ain’t much
But those eyes can ignite and give life without physically touchin’
Not sayin’ that I didn’t love when he did
Shiiit…
Lord knows how much I’ve missed this
‘Cause He knows just how long I’ve wished for this
And my God, have I been in need for this change.
So when I laid beneath him,
He took the pain from my mistake
And made cents—
Then said:
“Baby, we just make sense together.”
And I knew I could
Lay here for-ev-errrrrrrrrrrr…
Bare flesh upon flesh,
My legs clenched around spinal cords
As his tongue explored
The valley of my earth
Searchin’ for an oasis
That could quench thirsts
And nourish imaginations
But the anticipation
Made my little hairs stand at attention
And conventional methods were thrown out the window
But hey, I’ve been known
To be “different”
And so I laid beneath him,
“Different” and drippin’ wet
As I let his fingers linger in between my clit
And dip down into secret gardens
I felt him harden
Inside my palm
As he carved trademarks along
Shoulder blades
In this moment, we became
Closer in ways
We had never expected
We laid suspended
Between destinies manifested
And he lunged inside fully erected
Delvin’ head first into wonderland
Indulgin’ himself in all of my wonders and
I laid beneath him
My breath imprisoned
Within a stacatto rhythm
While limbs twisted into positions
More explicit than missions
And tongues tickled pink dishes
To drink white wines that
Winded down my Nile
As he smiled like delicious
When I laid beneath him,
Hhe made my vocal chords peak past limits
And I reached triple-digit decibels
That hit Richter scales
And I wailed out more Sopranos
Than HBO could ever produce
Oh yes,
And we played beneath
Thin sheets
Speakin’ of naughty school girls
Missin’ the weekly lesson
And adamant teachers
Who wouldn’t accept less than
A public display of legs spread in self-gratification
That’s right, he wanted his student to soak in dedication
Perfectly versed, but never rehearsed
and it was like…
I had climbed up to mountaintops to preach
Where St. Pete greeted in men
Who yelled in holy strings of
OH MY WOW
JESUS CHRIST, OH GOD
OH. MY——-
(sigh)
And as he laid beneath me,
I got lost and entranced by the light in his eye
I thought back to the night
He had tried to dismiss me
ha, ha
Well, he may have kept a safe distance
But he just couldn’t convince me,
Oh no, he couldn’t fake anyone else,
Like he hadn’t already played this night out
At least one-thousand times over
Shiiit…
He had already envisioned lips pressing
and had imagined skins caressing
I said,
I may have laid beneath him
But that was just how he had pictured it.
And it was
Too easy not to uplift up to pedestals
And too precious not to paint less than spiritual.
I said,
I may have laid beneath him
But to him, I was too majestic
Yeah, I was too delicate
So he looked down and adorned me with glances,
That romanced half-smiles into light twinkles.
Half-lies were too miniscule.
His eyes could never ridicule or see less than.
I said, I could never rank in as a sloppy second
And so he praised me like I was Gaea,
And he zealously revolved around
This brown mother’s earth.
And like the sun,
He rose upon a perfect set of topless mounds,
Then drowned himself deep inside my Pacific
My goodness,
How he loved the prolific taste of melting glaciers
He said it was like he was taste-testin’ The Maker
And her Alps dripped of honey and sweet molasses
When I laid beneath him,
He cupped the bottoms of hourglasses
And was reminded of coke bottle outlines
Yeah, he double-fisted these double-features
Then double-lipped & double-dipped his angelic creature dry
And in his mind,
Right beneath him
Is where he needed me to be.
And so I right there is where I stayed
Yeah, right beneath him is where I laid,
Explorin’ the source of the story
Of how he came to be the one before me,
And how he’s still the one I love to adore me.
