chrissy + the camera

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you beast of a man.

you monster.

you lover.

you Chimera chieftan-

you crawl under covers

and spread me out like

an exotic buffet

and you have

not

       eaten

              for weeks.

sprawled and spilling-

you lap up

what’s left.

i’m a pool, i’m a puddle.

undone in this bed.

chiding my armor, uncovering

what’s best;

the second circle with you.

some summers they drop like flys

some summers they drop like flys

recollection

…the time i drank far too much and first kissed your lips.
our mouths tasted of dirty martinis.
olive and gin and longing.
my memory is patchy
but i recall drawing imaginary, concentric circles on the seam of your pants
with my shoeless, stocking encased foot.

a ladder ran all the way up-
just where i wanted you to be.

sexy fig salad

sexy fig salad

coney island

coney island

standing room only

standing room only

kitty.

kitty.

Hey Mr DJ.

Hey Mr DJ.

W 23rd St.

W 23rd St.

sunshine.

sunshine.