Bone-marrow Essence

you slip through all my cracks soul-seepage with glitter-eye wrapping and curling around shoulders down soft supple belly and intimate sighs headswirl, I inhale …::::…::::…::::… lips speak, whisper firstbloom love I hold each seed precious-birth heart-stream unstoppable dance fingers fly, tongue-fly, words fly, fly, fly right. off. my page. to. you. pillow-head, I exhale …::::…::::…::::… […]

First Born

thoughts, like ribbons, wend and weave behind my watery eyes, beneath my skin occasionally, while sleeping, one lifts a fingernail and drops unceremoniously to glass-covered parchment just a slip of a thing, really upon waking, I may give it a name then send it out into a disinterested world from there, it becomes altogether, perhaps, […]