there are days there are nights when the only thing keeping me from sliding completely into the abyss from dissolving into something shapeless nameless is
Tag: Intimacy
Manic Monday
can you run your hands over my bare back? tangle your fingers in my hair? draw me into your arms make me liquid help me
sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry into your fingers anemones brushing my breasts my depths crashing tides wave after electric wave
When Darkness Falls
darkness has settled in for the evening the cold outside our four snug walls frosts our windows turns snow into a hard, white crust that
Reunion (Revisited)
time slows down the moment we touch rest of the world drifts away there is only you only me remembering us together the memories that
Curves and Edges
I want you to learn me with hungry palms nimble fingers that slowly undo buttons hooks zippers until fabric falls away into silken puddles at my
Everyday Poetry
poetry exists in small perfect moments sun-warmed hair sea breeze-tickled skin toes planted in wet sand gentle crash of surf smell of beach plums and
Dangerous Woman (Revisited)
I am no girl I am woman darkness entwined with light complete on my own willing to share myself with you only when it suits me
One Year Ago Today: Undone
my quiet stretches out like a web of shadow words unsaid black diamonds that glitter on delicate strands of moonlight shining through frosted windows I
