Sitting by your side as the scenery rolls behind you outside the driver’s side window my hand in the crook of your right elbow pulsepoint. The curve of your arm so strong and safe and smooth smoke curling off your fingertips. I want to taste it. I take the cigarette from your hand and place it in my mouth inhaling the burning embers of tobacco smoke into the tenderness of my...
primal daughter sleeping in my belly awakens to the drumbeat of your heart she looks out through the rims of my eyes seeing past the discernment age has sculpted in my mind she sees the sculpture of your body each curve of muscle accented by the shadows can smell the musk of your arrival and the tasting of your tongue she rises to the pores of our skin and eclipses all my explaining ...
i am not monogamous and i am not random either…
sensuality of scintillating energy coursing through my body as egg presents itself high inside my core softens my skin opens my pores the light and air pour right through in and out over and over again
single red rose amidst the blazon of thorns black and twisted against the night droplet of blood of life of wisdom amidst the chaos amongst the daemons coexisting with the strife i cannot pick you put you in a vase to keep you with me keep me safe and yet the knowing that you are living means none of this has gone to waste
taste of the infinite intermingled with your flavor
sense memories of the last time you touched me culling me from sleep with soft kisses and soft skin i am shy and you are playful and I let go of my armor and let you touch the place in me i didn’t know i had
words in silence
are you listening? are you out there? i keep trying to say this yet before the words rise through me it is already here palpable, experiential aliveness coursing through me the interconnected matrix that animates both you and me we touch it now together even if I never meet you we share this same breath breathing that’s been breathed since long ago my verse it may be awkward not polished...
thin membrane surface of skin slit between my breasts by crescent moon nail of your curled pinky finger light escapes bursting out the crack peeling back the layers radiating through the space where my boundary used to be
a lover without a lover is like an artist without a form aching to express the dance we were born to share it cannot be just anyone only ones who recognize the magnificence of the dance animating space between us that dance can last a lifetime or only just one day it is not time that defines us but intimacy our eyes meet in the marketplace and walking down the street the...
a dark aria
Daria was a very small girl with veins so tiny that the nurses always missed when they drew blood. And they drew blood often. For Daria’s mother was always afraid that Daria was so tiny, and that she was so still all the time. Daria’s mother would always be feeding her chocolate malted milk shakes to fatten her up, make her smile, and get her moving. But Daria did not like chocolate, or even...
wink (the universality of cliché)
secret lovers passersby on busy NYC street without skipping a beat he winks and she blushes the whole world of silent knowing conveyed in the blink of an eye then blend back into the maelstrom sensitized to the breath of air sliding across skin
i keep searching for my compliment feeling like something is missing inside myself ~ the ones I think I want elude me the ones who think they want me don’t fit right ~ a warm cup of tea asana the bath my orgasm support me for a moment and then the moment is gone and I feel the emptiness again ~ please fill me with the luminescence that cannot be taken anyway no matter where I am...
i want the you i created in my mind not the one that is real the one hard to find. the one i created out of sparkles of light that danced on your face on those hot summer nights
I handed you my awkward self In the hopes you would hold my heart and smile Through the layers of desperate loneliness That seep off me like dirty water Yet you turned away Back to your house in the sunlight And I sit here wishing You had never shown me the face I will never be able to have
there is no food that can nourish the emptiness I feel when I am disconnected from your presence ~ no love that can hold me no fuck that can release me no scent can intoxicate me without you here ~ when you fill me I am alive to everything and it matters not whom I sit in front ~ the radiance swells my heart and I am fed by this and the more I give from this place the less it can be taken away