All of a sudden, I miss your mouth.
the beautiful thing about learning…
When I ask, “what are you thinking?”
I am asking for words – the words I need
to describe what happens to my body when you are with me.
rotting, mon amour…
landmines look like toys…
I’ll scream LIGHT into your bruises…
You can stand on the cliff of my heart
and shout nothing but ugly through me
I promise all I will echo back is
“Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty.— Andrea Gibson —
strait crossing…
The wind seduces me.
Always.
Like your eyes do.
Like your mouth… and tongue does.
Like your hands do.
And each sweet moan.
It matters not that I tell myself:
I am a creature of the land and my soul is the water.
It’s always the wind that captures me unawares.
excited just from her perfume…
let my cry cum…
She stared.
Such beauty; and she there to see it.
Such beauty; and she alive to feel it.
— E.Von Arnim —
may be magic…
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
– Frida Kahlo –
not a man…
If you like
I’ll be furious flesh elemental,
or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like-
I’ll be extraordinary gentle,
not a man but – a cloud in trousers.
– Vladimir Mayakovsky –
between the crease of waiting…
What is it to see the offering
of an ass
pussy lips glistening from between the crease of silken thighs
lifted and waiting
spread and
yearning
for you?
