Conceptual Print

Text of your desire
Leaves things unclear
Little black letters
Cannot compare to
The scrawled print
In fits of passion
Tear smeared longings
Visible creases
Like wrinkled sheets
The lucidity of capital boldness
Is lost in the lightly perfumed
Letter
Of the distance of our desire

© 2008 Miss Blue

Soiled Sheets

I like my sheets
When they are soiled
In another’s love
Unwittingly you lay in them
And lie in them
Thinking I did not know
She was there in my absence
You embrace me
Encase me in your body
The flesh tantrum
Further soiling my sheets
We lay entwined
Post coital divine
Forgetting that there was
Someone here before you
Making me think:
I must wash these sheets.

© 2008 Miss Blue

Apt. #5

To my lover
I did not love
Whom I fucked
But did not screw
To which I have deceived
In the bedroom
As my delicacies of desire
Only found one use
To destroy the heart of another
It was not you

© 2008 Miss Blue

Just In Time

No love lost
Like the pain of your lust
Take all the others but me
Icy words on blood soaked wrists
You say you can’t bring me to your world
Don’t wanna take me down
Baby you have
But you don’t see
And claim you must let me be
Destroyed your own being
Tangled in me is not what you need
Words continue to slice into my flesh
Deeper and harder
Annihilate the vanity of my vein
With every breath you take
You disgust me
Like the sickened fetus
Abandoned
You just can’t stay
Don’t want me involved anymore in your hell don’t want to hurt me
My blue lips speak a different version
You were just in time
Saved me
Taped my life back together
And now you want to cut it apart
Hurt is something you cannot do
Claim your existence will only be my ruination
And I’m down on the floor
Because it’s you I adore
I lay in the puddle of my love
You speak of a broken heart
But not mine
Yours
And you’re the only one responsible for the blame

© 2005 Miss Blue

In Your Defense

In your defense
You are a man of your word
The promises you made you have kept
The apologies you have said
You have meant
In your defense
You could not be everything you wanted to be
See everything you wanted to see
Learn everything you wanted to learn
In your defense
You didn’t know where life would take you
From one woman’s arms to another
Your mark left on each
Treating some better than others
In your defense
You did not know what to do
When all was lost
And turned to coldness
In your defense
You lost your heart
The acceptance to go on
The ability to receive
In your defense
You learned forgiveness
Found your way
Lost in confusion
In your defense
You will never know
That I will always be by your side
In your defense

© 2008 Miss Blue

Maybe Baby?

I peed on this little plastic stick
Because you didn’t want to wrap up your dick
If it ends up pink
It’s because we didn’t think
That my face would be the best place
For you to deposit your race

© 2007 Miss Blue

Untitled

the hand on the thigh
the finger on the lip
tug of the hair
in the beast’s filthy lair
just breathe

© 2007 Miss Blue

Inspiration

I have words in me
That need to escape
They crawl under my skin

I want to tear at it
Make them come out
Make it work

I want you to read
What’s in me
I want you to see the pieces
That you’ve left

The talent produced
By pain
And never pleasure

Could I write by the countryside?
A soothing
Love poem
Where all is well
Or
Could I write about the beauty of spring
And the smell of a lover
Who isn’t cheating
and a season that isn’t dying

I couldn’t
I wouldn’t
Write about things
I have no knowledge of
So I write in the darkness
Of myself

© 2007 Miss Blue