Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Category: Poetry
Words
Your words are silk threads coursing along my skin. I shiver. I purr. I beckon you closer. Hold me. Kiss me. Move me. Your words are rain dropsflowing through my fingers.I shudder.I hum. Whispering, pull me in. Hold me.Kiss me.Know me. Your words are… Continue Reading “Words”
Strawberries & Cream
exquisite vows of wonder trail down my ribsheart beating faster aswhispered promises of conquestdescription of submissionslip and skip ‘round my mind binding and tying I hold tightentwine my fingerspull these thoughts deepertongue-twisted and sparkly eyeswords escape yet sound more like whimpersit’s fresh summer strawberriesand… Continue Reading “Strawberries & Cream”
Terrestrial
Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through… Continue Reading “Terrestrial”
Afterthoughts
beneath the jagged waves my face silently slips moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the… Continue Reading “Afterthoughts”
Erosion
I hold memories of you like a wave-worn rock nestled in my pocket reaching in, my fingers float along your soft edges /the gentle curves of who you were /who I remember you to be /who we once were I feel your weight a… Continue Reading “Erosion”
Just This Once
I’m digging deep. Trying, hoping to become what I think you want me to be. I’m holding tight. Gasping, desperate to breathe. Daring myself to become more. I’m reaching, stretching begging for your hand. More than just an idea or an artist or a… Continue Reading “Just This Once”
Ten Years
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it.… Continue Reading “Ten Years”
