Your fingers brush against my skin as you gently gather my hair and move it away from my neck. I shiver. I sigh. Inside I’m humming, anticipation for your next touch. Your lips on my shoulder, suction and teeth. I completely bend for you. Your draw is powerful, I am overcome. Intoxicated. Your voice low […]
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and inward mind. I am troubled of spirit and a passionate desire. […]
Love’s green leaves unfurled in my heart The moment you spoke my name New life, a new creation Seeds unwatered but waiting patiently Your hand in mine, I lifted my face Your smile, a bright orange glow in my sky A kiss on my cheek, roots spreading Your heartbeat beneath my palm And love bloomed […]
My review of J. Warren Welch’s poetry book “That’s Not Poetry”.
Your love, a delicate seed. My words, to water and flow. Our passion, the heat of the sun. A kiss, now watch it grow. tara caribou | ©2020
Undressed you a million times, In a million different ways, In my mind a vivid memory, I can paint you blindly, I feel like you’re breathing inside of me, My hands keep wandering over my hips, Along the curves of these thighs, Delicious words echo in my mind. As memories of those lives long-passed flow, […]
I curl and shrink until I fit perfectly in the palm of your hand lift me cradle me tuck me between your ribs you are my warm cocoon a shower of gentle yet fierce love there’s no denying you have every part of me and now I grow tara caribou | ©2020 Read this and […]
Strong arms hold a precious little parcel. Cradled there, she appears tiny. She screams and yells; Tears course down his cheeks. He touches the back of her hand; she latches on with a grip that can stop ten grown men in their tracks. She gazes at his face; he smiles. She smiles then coos. His […]
Effortlessly you slide deep inside After signing your name All along my curled edges I sigh I taste your essence On my tongue That which is truly you Your profane mind Coating your wicked mouth I’m thirsty, ravenous I want more But now you’ve pushed inside me And I’m overwhelmed Exceedingly so Full of your […]
Another gorgeous piece by Mark Ryan, one of my absolute favorite writers of all time. Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my […]
