Christian W. Thiede
So They Dated
He had thin dangerous lips
and a two-faced smile that crept
into his mutable eyes.
Eyes that hissed
as sticks of dynamite
ready to blow
like a birthday wish.
He knew karate
could break noses
and did.
She ticked clock-like
clerically creativelessly
was scholastically bright
and so nice in a
bovine sort of way.
He would verbally prod
her just to hear her "moo."
She could have an orgasm
even-breathed
without uttering
a sound or shutter.
Together they tasted like vinegar.
So they dated.
Pinocchio
She had an orgasm
the size of a blue whale
and like Pinocchio
I stuck my distended
lying nose
in that cavern
while her ocean waves
washed and beat
the sandy truth
out of me.
Only after becoming unswollen
could I be swallowed up
and swim through
that ribbed part of her
past her defenses
which led into the tender
heart of her soul.
Haunted
Lights turned off
Blinds adjusted open
Horizontal moon-lit view
Bleached muted colors
Shadow brushed buildings
Ghost whisper windows
Eerie echo doorways
Lingering hung memories
Of you
Of us
If I could only breathe
Deep enough
Hard enough
Long enough
Maybe your specter would solidify
Just enough
To unempty these useless arms
Suffer a tasty kiss
Smell your sex-stained hair
Before the chill currents
Of the great river
Sweep you away
Back to another time