Wendy

They sit across from each other in bed. She's holding the bottle in one hand, the flimsy plastic cup in the other. She looks at him sternly but then giggles so it ruins her air of importance. "You first. Take your medicine." She says and hands him the cup, commanding him to hold it out. She unscrews the lid of the medicine bottle and pours a generous dose into the cup. He inspects it closely as she screws the cap back on but when she glares at him he tilts his head back and pours the thick purple syrup down his throat. Immediately his face screws up and he makes a gagging sound, she begins giggling softly then louder until she's laughing, face into his chest, arms wrapped around him until he pushes her away and hands her the flimsy cup and still giggling she pours herself a dose and drains half of it. The syrup curdles on her toungue and the sickly sweet taste of berry and health make her cringe inside but she shows nothing outwardly because she has to be the role model. She can feel his eyes on her as she takes two more gulps and finishes the contents of the cup, making sure she got every last drop. She screws the cap back on the bottle and places it on the bedside table. She leans over and places the plastic cup next to it then sits back onto the bed and looks at him. He holds her stare for thirty seconds before he reaches for her and they fall, laughing, into the covers and blankets and each other. 

Newborn

The nights we spend together. Naked bodies gleaming in the Christmas lights strung up on the walls. Our lips pressed together and my breasts pushed to your chest. You run your hands up and down my back and legs and stop every now and then to press your fingers into my skin and make me moan. Your eyelashes flutter as we explore each other as if each night was our first together. We're silent but for the sounds of our breathing and the occasional praise of god or partner, both of us terrified of disturbing those in the rooms surrounding us. At night, just the two of us we open up to each other, blossoming like Casablanca lilies that open only when the sun is gone. Daytime is friendly and sweet, satisfied silences and small talk punctuate our hours together. But at night, when we've done gasping and shaking and my fingernails have scored red tracks on your back, we talk deeply of the things we desire the most and our fears for the future. And I feel closer to you than I've felt towards anyone in a long time. When you hold me like you do all my pain and loneliness rushes back in but it cannot hurt me because you've built a dam around my heart and though the waves of hurt crash against it, they can't get in. So maybe that's why even though I don't love you, I can't stand to be away from you. Every second not spent in your arms is a total fucking waste and I loathe every minute I'm not near you. I can't help but press my lips to yours or lay gentle kisses on your nose and jaw. Wrapping my arms around you is as involuntary as breathing and I require both to survive each day. You're a piece of me now and I feel horribly guilty for drawing you into my web of sickness and deceit but I need you now and I don't think I could manage being alone anymore. I think I'd wither to nothing and my last breath would still be your name, asking why you never came to me. 

Goodbye to Childhood

The last night I have 

Of childhood is spent in

A musty hotel. 

The Summer Sun

The summer sun plays

It's fingers along my back 

Just like you used to

Leaving you

I told myself that

Leaving you would be easy.

But it sure wasn't. 

Constantly

Constantly my heart

Is ripped to shreds leaving me

To try to mend it. 

Wasn't Supposed To

I wasn't supposed 

To love you like this again. 

I said I wouldn't. 

Missing you

Fuck, I already

Miss you. It feels like I am

Being torn in two. 

Rave Again

My ears still ring with 

The pounding music and the 

Ever writhing bodies

One Thing in Mind

You kiss me with one

Thing in mind, and that's when

You'll get to leave again

Drive In Movie

A drive in movie

Provides the perfect chance for

Subtle backseat games

Sweet Sounds

Through the sweet sound of

The drive in movie, I heard

Your blood sing my name