Que Sera, Sera
Que Sera, Sera
The vanilla-cinnamon scent of your sweat lingers
as your lips taste the salty-sweet strawberry of my thighs,
pale pink against the dark upholstery of your car.
The shadow of the church steeple looms outside,
casting fiery judgment as your hot breath finds the place
it is needed most. Gasps drown out the crickets chirping
in the warm spring night among the dandelions and
wildflowers. We are lost together, happy to wander
hand in hand. You catch my breath and I lose your mind.
Intertwined and indistinguishable, finding our way
through unfamiliar territory. Skin against
skin, heart to heart, I grasp you tight.
You take me there.
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Worst
You ask why I always
Assume the worst
And I tell you that
If I assume the worst
I can’t be disappointed.
But the truth is, I always
Assume the worst
Because all I want
Is for you to tell me
Just how wrong I am.
Lust Song
Is that love in your eyes, or are you just happy to
see me? Me, naked above you, beneath you,
around you. My bible lies open in the backseat,
Samson and Delilah. My legs clench your waist,
pulling you closer, deeper, further into this
stark truth: there’s no hiding from you now.
Every inch of me bare, my ugly flaws and
rosy lies, sketched across my inner thighs.
Am I good for a game? Love and sex are not
the same. There’s nothing to see here past
the hills and valleys of dimples and curves.
Pop the Trunk
My life fits in the trunk of a civic
as i slide down this highway
miles pass with minutes
the separation of past and present
a stark reminder of reality
of time space and missed
opportunities it seems that
plans fall through and who’s
to say what comes but may today
be the way to tomorrow
yesterday says hello to memory
and so it goes as we toast to the old
and bring in the new it’s
true i am scared of the future
and you can’t pretend that you don’t
feel the same we all have our
boxes inside our trunks
no one can comprehend but us
so i drive my civic and
take my life from point a to point b
trying to tell myself that somehow
i’ll see where i’m going.
To Tokyo, With Love
Long lost lover living out
of sight, out of mind. I find myself
forgetting how it was to lay
eyes upon you, to lay beside
the water, to feel the soft caress
of your whispered words on my
waiting ear. Lover half a world away,
I no longer remember the sharp
glint of your smile, the sensuous
depth of your laughter. All I remember
Is your impossible perfection. Absence
makes the heart grow ill, poisons
memories to be larger than
love. Stay away lover, I fear
you’ll rob me of my love for your
image. I have broken a commandment;
I idolize your memory above you.
The Details
Church buildings and dropped bibles and water fountains, small talk about Jesus and Kit-Kats and you stuttered over each simple word. Such a rush, between joking and fear and excitement and fear. Knots in your stomach, hope to Heaven that things happen, terrified that they won’t. Fear you can’t help but be happy in spite of, because of. You wind up on a couch with a warm arm encircling you stiff as a board because you’re so afraid of messing up you can barely dare to breathe because oh God he’s touching you and it’s just so unbelievable but then suddenly, you relax, because it feels right. Perhaps that was when I loved you, your leg against mine, sock soft against bare toes. Shared secret under the table, innocent.
The Boy That Never Was
There’s a candle in my window for
the boy who never was.
It flickers just as brightly as
the laughter in his eyes. The warmth
inside his heart is matched by nothing
but the flame, and the tiny drips
of melted wax, intricate as his mind.
The candle burns to mourn this boy,
the one I could have loved.
He may have lived - this boy, indeed.
But mine he never was.
New Years Eve - Rachel Schneider
Medium:
Prismacolor Pencils and Sharpie on Paper
