"Whiskey"

"Whiskey" 

Rich, syrupy sting
slick and smoky
as such things
take less time for me
than most to acquire a taste for.
Chased only by the wayward
beckon
for another.
An extra portion.
An additional instance
Another chance to explore.
More.
Repeating in frequency
the exhilarating experience
of tipping you over
just to draw you fresh
just to drain that glass
just to lick that corner.

That rim.

"That's him."

Faithful favorite patron
served during and after hours.
After ours deplete
and stools fail to support me
in the manner that sheets would...
Cheap, wooden tables
where one sulks and trade fables
in neglectful fabrication,
My regretful inclination
is that I don't regret enough
to turn away.
Smooth, silky nectar
here to singe regret away,
drown my fret
and keep the rest at bay....
Hint of you on bottom lip
to dictate my thoughts throughout the day.
Attention slipped.
The switch is flipped
and I can't wait to find my way.
Eyes tracing hips with every sip
for hours with nothing to say.
Mind taking trips.
That spigot dips
and we play in the disarray.

Every last drop. 

I'll do my best to earn that.
Heard that last call
and saw you
pretend to count cash.
Heavy eyes at half speed
only blew past glances to read
your true purpose.
Best service this side of my
dark,
dirty mind...
Finding time as fast
as you did that fresh glass
I've left filthy
for the fourth time
this week.
Rosy cheeks confirm
how firmly lowered eyes
have leveraged themselves
just to disrobe.
Just to tip over.
Neat and warm.
Never cold
When I tip you over.
When I draw you fresh.
When I drain that glass.
When I lick that corner. 

When I palm that ass,
forget that glass
and drink every single
smooth
stinging
silky drop. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Depth For The Shallow"

"Depth For The Shallow" 

Scene in time before
seen in mind
where chimes are ignored
and thoughts implored
long after exploration.
One's inclination
to the misfortune
of the sudden
sunken
sullen hesitation
is motivation aplenty
to move quickly in purpose.
Purported as
actions ill fated
when consequences are slated.
Sedated.
Tossed about and away
for today's version of
right now
and
right away
and
nothing more to say
with the space between shared air
filled and accounted for.
Counted more in regret
than I ever did in risk involved.
A puzzle not yet solved
left for the voluntary thinker.
Deliberate tinkerer
casting attention to beforehand,
therein, herein
and thereafter.
I familiarize and sympathize
only after feigning laughter
in an attempt to quell my shame.
My name a thinner shell
spoken to me in confliction
rather then when sipping
from the dripping well
designed to make our conceived hell
fit to endear before the tears.
Years alone by choice
whilst the fear in my voice
implies the true tenor of my nature.
We seek favor but run blind.
We chase calm while self maligned.
Our dilemma deftly defined
by what we kept
and left behind...

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"A Sky's Distance"

"A Sky's Distance" 

Eyes
as wide as your
gasp
clasping the side
of the rail
with frail ambition.
Transition from
pace
to pulsation.
No sedation
beforehand.
Before hands
reached
beneath pillows that caught sighs,
mine found the fountain
that springs eternal
between thighs
where my eyes
if not closed
halfway, at least
would be rinsed during feast.
East of the
left leg
stands the headboard
creaking in rhythm.
West of the
right
hangs the mirror
collecting light
as if intended as
evidence
to disclose our most compromising display.
Delay no object
to one
nor two so deliberate.
Felt your warmth
at least an entire
lifetime
in my mind
before ever getting this close...
Convinced that vision is accurate
and your flavor immaculate
and your grip so tight
that we risk what might
become of this
playful fight....
.... losing sight temporarily....
.....inaudible....
..... barely articulate.
The benefit
to a degree
of the measure of me
you've drawn out two times prior.

Fire and thirst.

The best of
my wanting you
in the worst way.
The first day
of not waiting
until nightfall.
Might fall in love.
Night falls.
We shrug.
Light crawls
as hugs
and rubs
and tugs
highlight darker intention.
Levels
like dimensions
never before reached
yet
often thought of.
One of many nights
where I ignore slight
and it all feels real
because it all feels right
but it won't feel true
until I feel
you.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Shades"

"Shades" 

Depth from within
to the nape
from my chin
like a cape worn thin.
The sins perception manifested.
Curious the method
of those
that clamor to be clothed
by the light
that they still appear
naked
in plain sight.
Nothing shields me at night.
This darkness no shroud.
No cloud covering
in hopes of preserving my name.
Shun
and shame
are public practices after all.
As sure as the wind calls near
carrying with it their misplaced fear,
one overhears
that darkness falls over you
as if intent on the malicious
where dissidents
consent to the vicious
call of something so fictitious.

Light?
The extent of their riches.
I derive from the delicious
never ending well
where yells
only incite the emboldened.
Not beholden to
what I can see.
No slave to what lies
in front of me.

What manner be
these shapes
on either side of me?
You'd hide from me.
You'd cry to see
and cringe to touch.
A bit too much for parted lids.
Behind the back
this
creature slid
who never hid.
Displayed her throne.

She's never there
but she's always home.
She's never here
when lights are on.
She's never there.
The sun has shown
but she's right there.
You're not alone
and you feel tips
like fingers
your mind thought would be claws.
Your mind
haunted by flaws.
You'll find it daunting
to pause 

but you've yet to advance.... 

......because:
you've convinced
yourself
that you can't see.
Darkness does not fall.
It instead envelops.
She caresses
crack and crevasse.
Short of bracelet.
Length of necklace.
Loose as blankets.
Tight as arms around the waist
of one longing to taste
from the nape
then the chin
to the depth within 

where the concept of iniquity
is merely an antiquity.
A relic collecting dust
furnishing lies told in a rush
of when one's fancy for lust
was less matter of time
or matter of trust.
Taught that naught is unforseen
therefore figment,
farce
and dream.
Told that reaching between seems
without light is so unclean.
Told that darkness
where one weeps
goes away
when one gains sleep.
You say that shadows
are what light sweeps
but she still rests near
and I am the company she keeps.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz