just a lil poetry . . .

fantasy p

you crassly keep my imagination going.

in a bar your laugh
shakes
the sadness of why
everyone’s really there.

i want to stop your breathing.

i want you to cluck me
like you would a horse.

make me go the speed you want.

make me the man
you need.
you won’t change me,
you’ll just get love
and new year’s eve kissing.

stop accidentally touching my thigh, unless you mean it.

and you don’t have to
tell me about other men

i know
you’re gorgeous . . .

my stare is more than listening.
it’s intention
and desire.

we need to fuck the old
that is creeping into
our system.
we need to be
here now.

and that’s why on Saturday
you will come to me.
without having read
this poem.

maybe it’ll be
my man musk.

maybe it’ll be
instinct
and revelation.

maybe it’ll be
one last shot of whiskey
before we hop into a cab
somewhere . . .

but you
will wake up next to me
smiling.

- Beau Sia