Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]


It’s not every morning I wake up wet. You wouldn’t imagine it is, either. You wouldn’t picture me lying there alone, swathed in cotton sheets, skin taut, imprinted by your tongue. Wrists raw from the bindings of your hands. You’d picture me there with you. Commanding me from the inside. A moan with each shudder [...]


  Mornings sipping tea kettles Meters of smoky poetry and earl gray rainbows December leaves Density Palms Feet tangled In juicy chestnut threads Apple cinnamon candles Trembling light Propped pillows and throbbing sheets Thighs damp with the temperate moans of a not quite lackadaisical Saturday My pulse skips a syllable Your thick fingers pluck vertical [...]


You turn me at a corner, My naked eyes enter you, Immensity like nightfall. I want to drown in it. I want to paint the world. I want thirst to rain from my fingertips. I lust for magic, Autumn afternoons, Slow-roasted suppers, Long, hazy love. My love, I crave the beauty of every life On [...]

Self-Fashioning and the Art of Sexy

I wrote in a previous post that the phrase “self-fashioning,” as it applies to the practice of creating, or styling, one’s inner (and, to a degree, outer) self, came into my mind rather innocently as I was reading a biography of Chanel (which proved to be a most beneficial read). My intuition informed me instantly [...]