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 [...]
Tag: sex
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 [...]
