The Shot

The Shot

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you. And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days. All my love, The Flu (Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot.)

Background: This was sent as an online dating message. Nuff said.  

Sips of Dust

Sips of Dust

your room was dusty
but i didn't mind. 
your dust smelled like frankincense and was never really seen because your room had no windows
your dust was the dust of a young man
the dust of obscure library books and crafted relics of saints you invented
saints i later prayed to
there was no dust under your bed
because you just had bamboo mats and some squishy foam as your bed
(i hated it when i helped you move and you told me you found that foam on the street). 
but i did love that bed, before the move.
i loved not knowing when it was morning in your room
because that meant that we could stay just a little longer 
until we couldn't resist looking at the clock. 
i would have taken sips of your dust if i could
your dusty room was the labratory of my first love