Oh god.
The sweet smell of the man beside me
I want to climb over and straddle him
but settle for the warm taste
of his warm skin
and his feathery breath
while he’s sleeping.
This love – hot and crazed
He says, “Don’t look at me that way.
I don’t care for that death stare.”
Endless
I could write all night
But to dance all night
Requires the keep
of endless sleep
After the play
After today
Before the occur.
She shouts
Far out!
My stockings
are cutting off
the circulation
To my pussy.
Sleepy Minx
likes to jinx her good fortune
with the obscurity of her
Possession
an Obsession unto itself
damaging all
Rumbling, tumbling
collecting all in its way
Leaving the hard
Hard to leave.
Way down over a sharp edge
a pitted void and bottom-less tumbling
we fall into a kiss
and move against the world
against a time
I would cry for you.