Filthysweet

We will be caught when the hot rain makes rivers of the back roads and there is nothing to do but wait out the storm We will kiss filthysweet and full of longing feet on the dashboard sweat between our stomachs Your mouth will bloom like a bruise to whisper the confessions your body made…

Oroubouros

I. Far away, the night between us grows darker, stars can only dream of such an inky bed to sleep in. A thousand light years or a minute, your thoughts transcribed in ones and zeros, mine in answer, zeros and ones, but time is much more serpentine and morning finds us wanting. II. I feel…

The Red On My Lips Isn’t Wine

I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouth of servants. I wanted pomegranates— I wanted darkness, I wanted him. So I grabbed my king and ran away…

Monday Mood

Kiss me slowly while the storm rolls in and I’ll bite you softly as the lightning strikes (just the way you like it) Rub your face in my neck, and in my sweet wetness, the way a dog rolls in the scent of a thing he finds delicious We have never kissed in the rain…

Hush

Silenced, the stillness in your smile pins me in place Heavy words make way for heavy eyes and the Limits of this dance expand in the quiet space we’ve carved My mouth is empty of words My mind is empty of thoughts Excepting you, accepting me Tethered to you In word, in deed, indeed You’re…