On Nights Like These

Drops at Dusk


On nights like these
I need more than
your kind regards.

I need your hand around my throat
dusty fingers in my mouth
and the precipice of pain
as your cock forces space
where there was none.

On nights like these
I’ll trade
your mot juste

For the cudgel of your tongue,
the cruelty of your clutches,
and the icy sting of the things you
keep sharp and secret.

On nights like these
not the comfort of
your enfolding arms

But the hard white imperative
of your teeth in my flesh,
the finality of your weight on my back
and the kiss you forgot to withhold.



  5 comments for “On Nights Like These

  1. Sargaroth
    April 30, 2011 at 4:16 am

    This is beautiful. Unfortunately it was long ago that I felt like that.

  2. md. nurul islam siddque Lablu
    April 30, 2011 at 9:27 pm

    Fine I enjoyed. Thanks. Poem is one of my likings.

  3. Squeaky
    May 1, 2011 at 3:44 am

    i think we all have nights like these. and that last line took my breath away.

  4. Eb
    May 2, 2011 at 7:01 pm

    Beautiful RG

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