Spinster
by beighartman
The earth spins on its axis
Dark wine, yellow ochre and blue
The spinster threads her needle
Through an endless spool of colors
The earth spins on its axis
Dark wine, yellow ochre and blue
The spinster threads her needle
Through an endless spool of colors
all that wants you is my cock
an animal that says “go! go!”
teeth bare
rip through epidermis to find
pot of gold orgasm
from your silhouette
to your bone structure
to white blood cells
i want to hold you in my hands
cock aside, however, i will
let your breath titillate
my spine, and
keep a blueprint in my head
for darker times
i will name you stars
i will cement you in rhyme
i will not ask you to stay
how could i not be naive
when i’ve not seen it
finished yet?
the volcanoes
and asteroids
and hurricanes
in my chest
this sunspot causing
all of my duress
the gravity my lust
fights against
in the end we will
see what’s left
those were the golden days
surrounded by brilliant minds
babbling bull shit from sun peak to sun hide
giving me inspiration to sit
and write every first sentence i heard
for ten minutes in a crowd
furiously trying to keep up
knowing it would spring a poem
i could hope to find useful one day
but then digging through old notebooks
i fail to find you
