A win

he keeps coming back
just for a little action
a squeeze here
a pat there
a kiss
a thrust
for pleasure.

she hangs on
giving in
every time her heart says no
for a squeeze here
a pat there
a kiss
a thrust
for pleasure.

but he,
fuckwit-
think there is more.
that it is she who is tangled
in his web of lies.
but she
with no words
just smiles and kisses
gets what she wants
just like he does.
only difference is that
he thinks he wins.
when its actually both.
no losers-
none
in this game of pleasure.

(his loss though,
for not knowing enough-
not looking enough-
no taking time enough-
she.wins.)

words-
they cut more deeply than slaps and blows.

-just saying.

In a perfect world

Take me to a place, where
happiness grows in trees
beauty in flowers
love in pebbled beaches
and understanding breathes in with the wind.

Take me to a place, where
sunshine adds strength
clouds add warmth
moon shines brighter
and the stars call out my name.

take me to a place, where-
words form on thin air
poetry flows in on the streams.

Take me to a place where
life is art
and art is life
where colours guide the way
consume the mind
and inhibit the thoughts.

Take me to a place, where
dreams come true.
life is a breeze.
and you and i are a reality.

words

it hurts.

it cuts-

right across my cheek.

a slap,

that has lasting effects.

it's sharp

it pricks

it draws blood-

red and glowing

it rushes in--

words.

they hurt-

intentionally or not,

it doesn't matter.

what you say

hurts me-

let's me down,

one more time.