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 [...]

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 [...]

Kissing Boys

I used to have wild hair the kind that knit  tangles in the keyholes of all the sweaters and knots in the toes of  the kissing boys who  used to tip toe in  after school like  little princes to slay that imaginary line between two lips (where we  found the kisses  we taught not to [...]

Jeans Song

I like to follow you by the scent of your jeans, to linger by the stitches and bury my knuckles in the crooks of the pockets while I dig for the spots where your cologne lies dormant like a seed. Oh, I want to burrow my fingers down. Down to the loops and the tugs [...]

Slo Mo

Let’s make love suddenly with all the lights on and everyone home Cross-legged, sprigged thick like a leaf skirting the horned edges of that cracked flower pot in the garden where everyone else is brunching on Prosecco with tongues ready for deep gossip while they work the runny eggs off their chins slo mo sizzle [...]

Blink.

I continue to be surprised by the writings of Abraham Maslow. No more, perhaps, than by the depth of his interest in the intricacies of human sexuality. (Who knew?) In masculinity and femininity and their relationships to human motivation, creativity, growth, and self-knowledge. It was, in fact, from a brief analysis of male-female courtship or [...]

Lo Air

And the day was a man With a beard for a bird feeder A caved-in spine and a forest for a mouth And the night was a wave, broken and blue, A somersault between my knees Lo air, lips, and two half-parted fingers A roomful of glass beetles, like three dozen departed souls Winging their [...]