Falling Out

I spent a whole day thinking of all the ways
you piss me off. I thought what a perfect waste
of time it was to know you and why would I
let more of me get copied if you deny
that we were friends at all? Disagreements tend
to make us lose our heads, and reveal the ends
we had in mind, but hid in our darkest hearts.
The ends direct your means, and however dark
your aims then so your methods will need to be:
this is the one big kink in duplicity.

Erotic

Isn’t it erotic to be kissed?

Head-to-toe devoured by her lips?

  You would agree with

    me, if you experienced the bliss

tenderly delivered by her sweet

fountain of a mouth. And ivory teeth

  leave an impression

    deeply in my memory of each

girl who ever bit me in the chest,

left me to the torments of unrest:

  sweating the details,

    I’ve become a criminal of flesh.

She is my accomplice. The rewards

aren’t disappointing if she waits

  patiently for the

    gathering eruption from the clouds

Darkening above us as we lie

restlessly competing in a game,

  neither of us cares

    all that much to win, so long as pain

wrecks the possibility of play.

I don’t have the time for the display

  of all the peacock

    feathers that impress in their array.

Finish with your pretense and enough

going through the motions to be loved.

  Nobody said that

    falling in and out would not be rough.

Backgammon

Two blonde kids on a rooftop

  in Brooklyn

play all day afternoon, just

  competing

for first-prize. If a roll of

  the dice means

That I win, or I lose, then

  the hell with

it. I played an unfair game,

  and so did

you. Together we strove for

  the glory

of sweet victory over

  each other.

You were crowned in the end with

  the laurel

leaves. You dedicate your win

  to Fortune.

You played well but are modest

  and cunning.

By chance, Fortune is watching;

  she’s pleased with

the outcome of the contest:

  whatever

it was going to be, did

  just happen.

I took part, and I lost, but

  I played well.