Abandon Home

Made love so loud
neigbours cringe

head boards
shatter walls
screams like nails on a chalkboard

naked on horseback
galloping inside her
the joy of jousting

beads of sweat
off your chest
thump on her face

desire so great
panties torn
using boxer holes
instead of taking them off

adjacent neighbours' party
you flee home
more of a climax
was your celebration
boning til noon

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Crumpled Silk Sheets

prefer it if I fought?
push back
while you push on
my body
worn from battle

finger tips
pitter patter
down my spine
like the rain
on the window pane

tears of pain
gently rough
fighting back
had enough

get off of me
out of me
out of my head
figurative fight
literal bed

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Bacon and Eggs

Indifferent
to your arrival
I feel your blame
I will never ask
for breakfast again

your crash
but my life changed

“I don’t wanna talk about it
that breakfast cause me crash”

this is what you said to me
when you came back

from your comma
that I cried you out of
still breathing
because of my love

under a ceiling fan
I lay
maimed
by my man
your words slit my throat
you don’t understand
blood oozes down my chest
“You Take My Breath”

your mouth a heinous weapon
left me to die
didn’t even realize
I couldn’t even cry

wrapped in your world
as I am wrapped in it too
wrapped up in me
being wrapped up by you

Smirnoff green apple vodka
did not shed the pain
you came back home
revived it again

how guilty I feel
though YOU sped down the street

how ashamed I am
because I wanted to eat

I regret playing in the kitchen
asking for those eggs

I’d just as well starve
that morning
if I knew it was me
you’d blame

Breakfast
caused pain
stove fire
ended flame

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2008

Sustenance for Death

to R.A.M

feelings devoured by you
less than a woman
slop me down like pigs do
tear me open
expose my faults
highlight my problems
mock my mistakes
give me another negative name
say you love me
but hide me in shame
love me just enough
to keep me coming back
love loss
blood lost
wounded
weak
slit my throat with your tongue
no confidence to speak
slice me
dice me
like a fruit
you need to survive
give me just the little
it takes to keep me alive

copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007