Arsonist Heart

I knew I was playing with fire🔥 

knew for a fact that I was going to get burned

but dancing within the inferno was my desire 

& t’was far more exquisite than the lesson learned

Do not doubt that I’ll do it again…

and again

I’m soliciting lustful combustible spirits kindled 

by sin

I have an arsonist heart ❤️ 

                 ~ Kiddo 2022

Making Do

Are you going to love me despite who I am and allow me to love you for who you are while sharing a consensual monogamous sexually satisfying relationship?

No?

Then don’t judge me for finding ways to distract myself from that fact. If I can never have what I actually want then the rest of it doesn’t matter.

You know what I crave even more than multiple mind blowing time bending orgasms?

Parking to watch a storm roll across the inlet and laughing at the way we jump and squeal when lightning strikes and thunder booms 

Long lazy mornings reading in bed too comfortable with each other to get dressed

Trusting each other with our inner darkness and also with our light 

Finishing each other’s sentences 

Sharing the same sky

Tea on the couch

Moonlit walks

Silliness

Intimacy 

You

    ~Kiddṏ 2021

Thoughts of The Little Flag Tied in the Middle of the Tug O’ War Rope

It sucks to realize that the fun always positive personality that people love isn’t your personality

and it sucks when people see your seclusion as you being a selfish bitch

in reality you’re just doing the best you can to keep getting up and going to work everyday 

sometimes everything else is too much

how can I even tell what my true personality is 

when I am constantly being pulled between 

one exhausting pole and the other exhausting pole?

I’m the little flag tied in the middle of the Tug O’ War rope 

I really just want to stay in the middle but 

sometimes I’m closer to Manic Light Laser Show 

and sometimes I’m closer to Deep Dark Tar Pit 

it seems as if I have absolutely zero control of it 

what is the suicidal equivalent of mouth watering?

escape so close I can taste it

the many methods of release playing so vividly in my mind 

like a delicious smorgasbord before a starving man

I feel like this time it is closer than it’s ever been

lately, I have even been avoiding situations that would easily facilitate the final act

but

you know the moment when you know something can’t be avoided?

like the certainty that puking is inevitable

when you wake up queasy with that pre-puke saliva

already pooling in the bottom of your mouth? 

is it  just a matter of time? 

should it not be fought? 

usually you feel better if you just go ahead and puke

you know when you have the urge to say something that you shouldn’t

it’s on the tip of your tongue 

you just have to keep saying to yourself 

“don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it”

until you get past it 

but sometimes you blurt it out anyway?

that’s where I am at

for no reason at all 

other than that’s where I am 

it’s on the tip of my tongue

I can taste it

I can feel myself opening my mouth

to say it 

but keep repeating in my head

“don’t do it don’t do it.” 

I am waiting it out

until I feel happy to be alive and excited again 

the happiness and excitement will return on their own 

for the exact reason that I am struggling with the darkness now

and it ISN’T about red or blue or the flu

last month I was thrilled at every little breeze and cloud and raindrop

now I just can’t wait to get into bed 

no reason

which is the worst! 

there is no reasoning with no reason

but I always manage to wait it out

that’s what is expected of me

so that’s what I am trying to do

again

it feels like I am breathing through a dirty pillowcase 

I don’t want to talk about it

people don’t want to hear it 

so I lie when I manage to pick up the phone

they ask how I’m doing and I’m always “GREAT!”

faking it till I’m making it is easier on the phone 

sounding okay from the depths is hard

impossible if someone is truly listening

probably because of the echoes 

trying to sound cheerful or normal while trapped

under a dark evil anvil makes me sound irritated or impatient

so avoidance really is easier on everyone 

left to my own devices and vices…

unsupervised & working it out on my own

behaving recklessly while hyper is quite different than reckless behavior when I am low  

behaving erratically with a feeling of excitement and joy is exhilarating 

behaving erratically with a sense of hopeless “fuck everything” feels angry

then sad

one is certainly more fun than the other but they are equally dangerous

jumping off of a cliff with a goofy grin on my face to prove that I can fly

versus 

driving straight into a wall with clenched teeth to prove I don’t give a fuck

come to the same conclusion

the end

                                               ~Kiddṏ

7 Year Ache

You said I would be better off without you and then I cried all night

Seven years since you gave up on us and mostly I’m proving you right

Sometimes I wanna go back through our decades together

just to take back all of the times I told you that everything was going to be okay

I must’ve been the only one that believed it anyway

I want to take back the unconditional love I gave you and all of the support

I would’ve been better off keeping those things for myself since I ended up needing them

If I could go back and deserve for you to leave me then it would at least make sense

I’d take back all of the times that I said “I love you more every single day…

no matter what you do,  no matter what you say.”

because then maybe it wouldn’t be true 

And I wouldn’t have seven years of that love growing inside of me with no one to give it to.

                    ~KiDDṏ

 

Actually if all that were possible I would just go back to 1996 and not marry you because I am NOT the type to have an ex husband. I’d prefer to be a spinster or a widow. Of course if wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

Friend Zoned (Spoken word)

You say don’t say or even think things

but then YOU say things that make me think things

Unintentional teasing is not the most delicious torture ever

SEEMINGLY unintentional teasing is…

 

so I’m pretending that you HAVE to know

what you are doing to me

 

Unable to always CONTROL
my thoughts or feelings

I’m managing my actions
so you’ll just have to

be happy (deprived) with that

Maybe BECAUSE certain experiences are taboo

under your guidelines…

 

I’m catching myself

drinking YOU in with my eyes

Silently gasping at a flicker of flesh

my mind playing vivid movies of what

I could be doing to you from this angle

with you in the exact POSITION that

you’re in now

…ughhhh

 

YOUR body so casual and close

but feeling like an overdose

 

Attempting to reign in my thoughts

and being successful

for moments at a time

 

I can’t help loving the consolation prizes my mind

provides itself in commiseration

with my FLESH for the gifts it can’t give you

 

prizes SO graphic and specific
that I know exactly

how far my fingers would
reach around and down

if my hungry palms PERFECTLY cupped the exposed

sections of your sides just above your hips…

from behind

…grrrr

 

FOR me just the thoughts will have to do

is it my imagination or can you see us too?

Tasting you so fully with all of MY senses

except the most delicious aspect

of taste which is TOUCH.

 

OBVIOUSLY,

 

touch is what I’m CRAVING so much

even as I control the urge

 

tingling MY hairs stand up

but instead of goose bumps

my arms and neck are textured by

tiny

little

throbbing

clits

 

…fffuuuuu

 

Keeping things proper,

my face calm, voice light.

My LUST hidden

Saved up FOR later tonight

 

Life is for PLEASURE even if I

have to pleasure myself

 

AND like a ride is more exciting

with both peaks and valleys

 

now I’m thinking of your peaks and valleys

…shhht

 

and of riding

*sigh*

 

PASSION for anyone or anything

is exciting even if unrequited

and makes life more fascinating

 

I thank Unis FOR what I do get…

the things that are real

as well as the visions that are not (yet)

 

I find LIFE. pleasing when I am with you

as I have from the start

 

from a platonic overnight STAY,

to a conversation by phone or by text

I enjoy it all even realizing that NOTHING could be next

 

Knowing not if we will EVER talk again.

This all COULD be over, come to an end

finished between the rising of the sun

and the setting of the moon.

Whenever it is over will feel much too soon

 

So for now I’m letting it BE

 

enjoying the tidbits I get

never pushing unless prompted to

 

Probably BETTER for you

 

That I keep MY hands to myself

and just enjoy the gorgeous view

 

from the FRIEND. zone

~KiDD

Lovely Luna

I went to the river and I lay by his side

to feel how you tugged on each of our tides

Usually one thinks of oceans and seas

but you pull on all humours even those of creatures and trees

Our saps quicken and our breasts become full

so irresistible is your enchanting pull

The river ran quiet and deep down it was dark

though your reflection gave his ripples a spark

Your light became brighter as you climbed the sky

and I breathed you in then stood with a sigh

I stretched up my arms to bathe in your glow

and you lit my path as I turned to go

Back in my room alone in my bed

at peace while visions of you swam in my head

“I’ll see you in my dreams Lovely Luna” I spoke from my heart

and we drifted off together though ever apart  

The Impersonal Touch

Falling in love instantly at the impersonal touch.

Keeping my face matter of fact

Listening I nod as you move me this way & that

on the inside I am purring & arching my back. 

Whether being checked for bunions at fifty or headlice at seven

the hands upon me feel as if they are giving rather than taking.

Like heaven.

Instantly and forever but just a little

In love

~Kiddo

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?

Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.

Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.

Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.

Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.

Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.

Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.

Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.

~KiDD

Dream whirled

Learning to Dance in the Rain – Excerpt from There Were So Many Dancing Times

(Excerpt from my childhood)

…“It’s raining! It’s raining!” I shout gleefully “Can we go play in the rain Mamma?!”

    “Let’s go!” Mamma stands up with Sarah as the next song starts and she boogies over to the door singing “If you got the money honey, I got the time!”

    Mama opens the door and Stephen jumps from the top step with his towel cape flying behind him and I stand on the second step holding my face up to the sun and the rain to enjoy this “sun shower’ before leaping into it. Mamma and Sarah join us on the grass and we dance around in the spring rain that smells like orange blossoms from the grove next to our trailer. It seems the sun shower is about to fizzle out but then Mamma shouts, “Wooo! Woo woo woo!” and starts popping her mouth with her left hand and nodding her head up and down and rhythmically tapping first one and then the other of her bare feet on the wet ground. “Wooo! Woo woo woo! Woo! woo woo woo!” She continues this as she begins to move in a circle and Stephen and I follow suit when we realize that she is doing her “Indian rain dance”.

    “Woo woo woo woo!”  we are all dancing following Mamma in a slow circle. We kids start to improvise and make this dance our own.  I add a few spins to my my dance first one direction and then the other and Stephen adds his own rain call which is a higher pitched vocalization after about every third set of 4 woos.  We all have our heads back calling up to the clouds requesting more rain and it works as usual. Soon we are all drenched by a cool downpour as the deluge starts in earnest. I love the cleansing rain and am so happy that Mamma decided to dance up a storm. We break from the circle and all dance around the yard catching raindrops in our mouths until thunder starts to rumble across the sky. Lightning flashes in the distance and we all know that signals a temporary end to our outside dancing and we head straight for the door. The wind picks up and as Mamma opens the door it is snatched from her hand and slams into the trailer making us all squeal and laugh. As we get inside Mamma turns off the radio and tells us to take off our wet clothes and then wraps each of us in a towel and plops us in a row on the couch.

    “Now be still and be quiet. Daddy will be home soon and I am fixing to start supper. You know lightning is attracted to loud kids and wiggle worms.”

    We definitely know that. We sit still and quiet listening to the thunder as it really starts to boom. The lightning keeps flashing so bright I start to see spots. It’s like God has the flashbulb attachment on his Polaroid and we are posing for Him. Stephen is on one end of the couch and I’m on the other with Sarah wide-eyed in the middle.

     I whisper to Sarah, “It’s okay Sarah, the lightning will leave us alone if we are very quiet and don’t move.” I lean back against the cushion and monitor the storms sounds as it ratchets up and then starts to wind down almost as quickly as it started. I’m starting to feel pretty sure that we are going to be safe and my eyes are beginning to feel heavy. Mixed in with the rumbling thunder are sounds of  Mamma opening and closing the icebox and of her getting out pots and pans. The smell of Mamma’s cooking wafts from the kitchen as the thunderstorm sounds further and further away outside and I fall asleep right there wrapped in a towel like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

~ Kiddo