Stones in my hands Coals for eyes Back ramrod straight Cardboard shoulders Stockings run Bloody knees ‘Neath a skirt torn Heft the weight Breathe deep Take aim A sobbing call for justice Memory fades out Remembering His hands upon my flesh Squeezing as I shuddered His fist in my hair pulling Exposing my throat to […]
your voice is the key to all my locks whispered words easily slip between my thighs I shiver metaphors and allegory drench our sheets as profound prayers and verbs saturate the thick air around us I will swallow every uttered pronoun powerful verses, the rhythm we move to your voice is the key and how […]
What am I doing? A piece of me dying every day. Every night. I’m slicing off pieces of myself, giving them away for free. The things we do for money… am I even human anymore? He ravishes my body but my mind is far, far away. Anywhere but here. I stopped scrubbing my skin long […]
Then I understood I would never Have enough of you And you would never have your fill of me Turning in your embrace I pressed myself closer Trying to climb inside you if possible You pulled my mouth to yours again We stood there until the sun had long set Showing one another our deep […]
the snarling dog in the corner bristles when a friendly hand reaches toward him his mangy coat and battle scars a testament of the greatest lesson learned don’t trust anyone snapping and barking even when the hand holds a strip of steak eventually the hand pulls back quits offering the dog a better life at […]
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 […]
twisted sheets around my ankles sweat-slick skin nails raked along my curves I shiver your breath in puffs create goose flesh inhale my scent my back arches I tremble this anticipation pulls me all sensation carried away far from here I invoke your name every touch a spark trails of fire and desire less is […]
this mask cracks from the inside slivers and shards prick my skin whose grey pallor hides beneath a wide smile and exuberant laugh I want, on some days, to remove it or, if I’m honest, for you to… to even WANT to, to remove it except for the inevitable sense of loss this opportunity for […]
