Weeping My bark, dry Soaks the tears A blotter for future days You’ll never know Just what you do to me My response Powerful I remain internal Showing my hand Was a mistake I won’t repeat Thirsty My roots, searching Stretch out Spreading and hungry Always needing more You don’t know me The real me […]
Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance replaced by an energetic lily instead her perfume is heady delicate […]
crystals coat my eyelashes and my puffed breath swirls before my face the mist runs its fingers through the low-lying trees the quiet whisper of dried and yellowed grass in the slightest breeze the grasp of winter’s white blanket still wrapped around their ankles somehow or other I catch the glimmer of the sun’s rays […]
words. that pleasurable idea.
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in bed…. I think… I don’t know, I’ve never had complaints In […]
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your tongue writes grace upon my thighs your teeth show (no) mercy but they teach me patience though I’m dripping nectar as drops of dew cling to my swollen petals hold my wrists firmly and I find stillness and peace for I conquer time every moment I look into your eyes fuck me roughly don’t […]
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of thought in the recesses, shadowed shrouded in doubt yet true nonetheless […]
he walks down the lane a single rose clasped within his palm its petals soft and gentle reminding him of his lover’s voice a shift within as one memory lifts upon another his thumb caresses the velvet though it were a cheek instead her gentle laughter echos in his ear her shy smiles, a healing […]
