applied lessons [four years out and i remember...]

ECONOMICS 101 - WEEK TWO - THE NYSE

you succumbed to
economics, your body expanding
to a street, a building
windows blossoming on the soft
skin of your
elbows, the backs of your
knees, watching me from the forgotten
places. Your fingers were stained
with losses, gains
capital
free enterprise,
and dragging
the contours across my pillow, you smudged
dollar signs
into the wrinkles.
a wall of computer
screens flickered beneath your eye
lids, reds and greens pulsing
against the thin
skin, the waxy, papered
layers,
the frantic
spikes vivid in the dance of your
eyeballs, measured in the ticker tape
machine of your lashes
and every noise
you made was a thousand
men, screaming
“buy buy buy.”

and all i wanted
to do was take my body
off the market,
and demand
that you invest
your hard-
earned cash
in someone
else.

applied lessons [five years out and i remember...]

BIOLOGY 101 - THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD - EUPHORIA THEORY

i took a walk

downtown in the hazy

afternoon, kept quiet and found

children experimenting with their lips in the park.

it made me miss experimenting

with yours, it made me miss repeating

protocols.

it's all in the moment

before, that look you give me without ever

realizing it - your eyes

widen, your irises

darken, grow heavy until your gaze

can't help but

sink to my lips. and i, the tease, i stop

breathing, i let my heart slide

up the curve of my throat, let it fall

out onto my lower lip, cling to the

thin, torn skin and paint it

red. i slide my fingers over your

jaw, your lips, reaching past your

skin to draw your

heart upward, to watch the spark that hits

your eyes in the moment your heart tastes air, the moment

it curls into the delicate

contours of curves and scars.

it's all in the moment

before, in the momentary

hesitation, in that moment when my

lips are almost touching

yours. your heart reaches out with desperate, needy

hands, searching for mine, grabbing for mine. and then it's all

in the moment of, in the meeting, in the second when my heart reaches

back for yours, when i can't help but give in, when our mouths

collide, and our hearts get tangled

up in one another. i confuse

my senses in the intensity, until

i can feel the shades

of your skin, taste the soft

peach and rose tones of your lips, see the soft

sounds you can't help

but make when i touch the skin on your inner

lip that's barely two

years old. and you, you almost forget

what to do with your hands, and then your

fingers feel like summertime

on my skin, like spring in my hair. our hearts

play tag around my insides, chasing

each other through my veins

and arteries, leaving my capillaries

echoing with laughter. and then it's all

in the moment after, when our hearts

are reluctantly untangling. my senses

start to settle into their proper

categories, with my eyes finally seeing and seeing

yours, vivid and deep, soaked, 

spiked. i can feel

the same mixture running under my skin, like white water rapids across

my knuckles, my cheeks. it's in that moment when i know that i will never

get enough of you, that i will never

tire of your lips, your

skin, your hair; my molecules are too much

in love with yours.