I cut my hair
shaved my legs
waxed my crotch
and
lotioned my face

ALL FOR LOVE

I lost some weight
tip-toed in 3 inch heels
wore a dress
and
crotchless panties

ALL FOR LOVE

I washed his clothes
made the bed
swept the floors
and
washed the dishes

ALL FOR LOVE

I quit my job
fed the cats
made him dinner
and
massaged his back

ALL FOR LOVE

I calmed down
quit bar hopping
turned off my turntables
and
dyed my hair a "normal" color

ALL FOR LOVE

I stay here
where i am unhappy
where nothing is exciting
and
boredom abounds

ALL FOR LOVE

Somewhere
Someone loves me
Their arms longing to hold me
and plant kisses on my face
Their heart wrenching
at the thought of my absence
Their face turned to the heavens
wishing me to their side
Somewhere
Someone loves me
My arms longing to hold him
and plant kisses on his face
My heart wrenching
at the thought of his absence
My face turned to the heavens
wishing him to my side
Somewhere
Someone loves me
As I sit here loving him back
TT(08.17.04)

I miss the days of laying around half naked drenched in the stale scent of turntables and too much sweat. The days when i would have to pry my lids open with slight reservations about daylight and its effects on my eyes.

I miss the days of pushing from sleep with Ryans beats dancing around the ceiling, leaving a trail to his space when opened up laid upon me a blanket of delicious aural sensations that no other has yet to reproduce.

I miss the days of Sadie kisses and Val curled beside me bathing and guarding my slumber. Days where the whirl of commerce and corruption could not penetrate the fortress in which i lounged while covered in pitbull kisses and silky sheets.

I miss the days of Ramen. Cable cords, microphones, and steamy noodles dressing the stage for an endless array of characters to dance upon. While the pulsing vibrations emitted from fingertips, hips, vinyl discs and dissipated into the desert night.

I miss the days of naked swims. Shedding the little scraps of clothing stuck to our flesh. 127 degrees of Phoenix floating about our bodies, nipples saluting the palms, as we dove into crystal blue coolness.


I miss the days......

In the morning light i sat
letting warm fingers of light
brush my skin

In the morning light i watched
darkened clouds creep
over shadowed mountain peaks

In the morning light i breathed
sweet waves of scent-sations
drifting from swaying fields

In the morning light i listened
to a symphony
of nature and industry

In the morning light i laid
beside male perfection
wrapped in silk and mattress

In the morning light i wept
at the beauty of it all

( tt 06.17.04 )

I remember the
sleekness
with which you prowled
over me
like a fever
scorching the skin
The clever way
lies
rolled off your tongue
like stray
raindrops
from a leaf
I can still
feel
your rough hands
taking too much
like greedy puppies
on a mothers tit
I remember the
feeling
of being in your arms
after fucking
and feeling as
empty
as the box of
tissues
on my floor
after we said
goodbye

( tt 07.09.00)

The stars tried to burn me as i laid steeped in desire
dreams of where your hands would be
how your breath would feel on my skin
the way your body would feel pressed against mine.
Visions of our movements looping in my mind
sheets whispering softly against my writhing body
beginning to stick from passions heat.
The moon lighting my skin
casting a sheen of of illumination
in answer to the stars burning light.
Body spent and aching for more
slumber washed over me
stealing my fantasy
and planting a garden of dreams.


( tt 07.02.04 )