"Big Wet Lips"

"Big Wet Lips"

Fixed mine to ask a favor
then another.
Maybe later
we could savor
secretive requests
somewhat direct in labor
yet too explicit to suggest
before a time like this.

A kiss this sweet

 would never grace the cheek.

Pursed,
they leak
again
and stain the sheets.
I can hear
and feel them speak.

They make no use of words.

Consider all of this absurd
but you don't know what I've heard.

Quickened pace.

Frantic
as if giving chase.
Manic
as if hard to break.
Want it like I'm panicked;
reaching through the gate.
Through that cell
of dripping lace
concealed like jail.
Behind your manicured nails,
I watch that inmate swell.

Slick like gel in gloss and glory.
Garments fell to tell the story.
Listened well and licked my own.

Place nor House.

I call it Home.

Opened wide for my attention.
Offered charm to incite retention.
Rosy colors.
Tension spiked.
Conversed in verse. No sleep tonight.
Speech to slur in tiers
from clear
to milky.
Tone
like skin
so smooth and silky.
Filthy things they part to say.
Tiny curls
but that's okay.
Shared with me what you won't speak.
Long on time but worth the seek.
Good on sound
but losing speech.
Threatening to drown
as moisture peaks.

Coming down
like clouds this dark.
Warmth this telling.
Chill this stark.
Without warning, they impart
what you withheld from the start.

Quick to talk
and stain my face.
Shaking.
Trembling.
Rest in place.
Spat it out
ignoring pace
and now you ask about good taste.

Held this image in my mind.
Sideways, supine
or from behind,
I'll get in close
and hope to find
those lips that scream
when given time...

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Today"

"Today"

Feels like I am falling
forever.
Never thought much of the squall
or even smoldering heat honestly.
No great feat
performed by nature itself
is as formidable as gravity.
Haven't we had our time already?
Do I really need to experience this
again?
Did I not send for some assurance?
Am I undeserving of assistance;
meant to be throttled
tortured
by the downward distance
between descent and destruction?
Blatant this obstruction:
the mishandling of my appeal.
My plea.
Protest against being held near
what is likely my greatest fear.

Surely the drop
is more ruesome than the landing
and standing clear
has yet to appear
even the least bit effective
at giving fear a reason to pass by.
Had I known,
I'd have thrown apprehension
into that loathsome pit
and watched from where I'd choose to sit
but it's always been about time
and I can't help feeling
as if I'm without mine
like I'm locked out from
the necessary notice of signs
and fixed to this paradigm
for as long as takes to reach the end.

Thoughts of this manner
barely even pass the time.
Conjuring patterns concise and clear
in the face of paralyzing fear
took less time to develop
than the walls that envelop
what I hope to climb out of
assuming that I will survive.
Presumably alive
and somewhat able;
capable of such a feat.
Remembering when my feet
felt this life beneath them.
Recalling how my hem
would drag against the earth.
For what it was worth then,
it was time I never thought twice
about spending wisely.
For what it is worth now,
I'd mix and mingle dirt and skin
if only to end this ceaseless spin.

Feels like I'm falling
again
and again
without end.
I can't move myself.
I just bend and flail.
I am frail;
sailing from wall to edge
hedged by nothing.
Wishing that something
new
would happen already
but to be honest,
I'm not ready
and don't know when
or if I will be.
I'm willing to end the plummet
for sure
but I haven't braced myself
for the crash.
I'll wonder then
maybe
why I didn't think
or even react fast enough
but for now I'm just stuck
and I don't even have it in me
to blame bad luck.
I've come to accept the fact
that rather than give it my all,
I've decided that I would fall
forever.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Heaven In Her"

"Heaven In Her"

For as long
as the lids
of these eyes
find reason to pry,
they will surely cry in the presence.
Essentially as intense
as the first time they looked past
birth
to a fashion of true desire
that I wouldn't understand
or seek for years later
because even in my infancy,
your intensity
was
and
is
the journey more treasured
than the destination.
Chilling the sensation
upon that first realization
that I've been aware of your existence
but have only recently met your eyes
so yes:
I will most certainly cry.
Labor in silence
and traverse through violence itself
for another glimpse.
I want to.
I want you to see
me
struggling not to blink
for the fear that I think
such a meager sacrifice
might push paradise
a lifetime or three further away from me.
No one else can see
why this matters to me
but I am willing to beseech
since understanding that speech
is a derivative of first sight
rather than the abrupt flight
of words premeditated.
Our encounter predating preparatory means
in any regard
yet
when I finally saw you to understand,
I felt you in my hand
held as tight as the light
gently washing clear my vision
of what these moist eyes
were purposed to witness openly.
Days stretched long and wide
between that first gaze
and hope for the next....
...surely thought the best
of rare occurrences would never
ever
compare to this experience
and ever since,
through joyful agony
it is you that I will seek
because open eyes
not parted lips
will recount the first time
that I felt God speak
to me.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz