Pleasure Song

because of this i ask for you at your elbows for a drift of the knee and a pushing for the pulse of a violent overturning for the golden hour when my breasts are clutched in the fists of a midday storm we are blue with the veins of existence and you with your blood [...]

Devil in a White Room

cue: the big blue easy a claim to love, no, a sense there’s goodness about whenever the walls have no room to listen digging the soft wells the comfort wells the wild breeze where we make shape with our stalk hands with our quivering eggshell throats there, the rain is no spectator no devil in [...]

Slo Shook

over there, on the dope side a man who’d forgotten what he came for and a woman with a buzz as posh as a champagne earring, canary blu electric heels, and a sour cherry song shards of life that set sail in the mind of a glass dream the night was chiseled with light like [...]

Boudoir Hymns

a short compilation in verse the room where a lady may retire to be alone is the space inside of a candle a little flame that grows against the palms of her hands as she recalls the miracle that lives in her breasts, tender playthings, the incantations of her hips, the life rushing like wildfire [...]

Morning Song

i’ve found out what you’re like in the mornings when the sun loses its curve and slenderly the jubilant sky drops its cunning, feathering a cleave in your bright-eyed denim and only your needing fingers can bring me to swift god-given silence just beneath the supreme intelligence of my hips (and which i hope you [...]

Lady Blues

a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut  exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed  the bed a heart races  in the aftermath [...]

Lady Song

what i want my dear, is a  flickering, a little leaping, oh, yes a  prodding delicate as a  nail, a candle only partially burning, a kiss on  the tops of the  ears and the drift of a nightgown thin as baby powder, oh, just a little  look, my dear,  a shiver of the  eyelashes, a [...]