To lower my head to you Palms underneath Careful as picking a lock Kisses salt mixed with Your wetness Bathe you there Seeking locus Frequency Symphony of you Find and sing it with me Into being Bring you home to me Then arrange Raise Find my way home In my own sweetly powerful Way
“I said: what about my eyes?He said: Keep them on the road.I said: What about my passion?He said: Keep it burning.I said: What about my heart?He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?I said: Pain and sorrow.He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” From Rumi.
Do not mistake My quiet for gentility My manners are camouflage To disguise the beast That lives beneath This skin I am capable Of the sweetest fury To extend the control I have To you. Pout and tell me how mean I am but I see the light in your eyes How you long for … Continue reading In night’s bitter watches
“And my eyes. My eyes take you in and I feel like I’m attached to a live wire.” I wonder, darling, can you feel the electricity? That current that arcs back and forth between us? The kind of sparks that cannot be seen, but felt. I can feel them. They’re crackling between my fingertips. They’re […]Live … Continue reading Live Wire — Heartstring Eulogies
Build for you A world, a fort, At play, a satyr, a state My mouth as cavalier In where it kisses you Fingers Hands The confident artistry of my touch where I speak loudest and i call to you cavalier tongue inside you Fingers mapping new sensations Again Again Again
Tied upShe lays stillA slight warmthCradles her clitUndulating CirclingLike a figure skater on iceHer body movesHyper kineticallyNo control Draped in goose bumpsShe realizes it’s he who leads in this danceAs she trusts his every move