no lipstick sits upon my dresser top no long-handled brush graces my hair for 100 nightly strokes bras panties nestle neatly in the upper drawer
Tag: Passion
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
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
Night is a Crime in My Mouth (Revisited)
night is a crime in my mouth waiting to unfold on my taste buds notes of tart black cherry plum pomegranate white oak night is
One Year Ago Today: Recklessly She Declared Truth
Thank you Davy D at the Go Dog Go Cafe for this morning’s inspiration recklessly, she looked deep inside found fire & ice in her heart
One Year Ago Today: My Attic Room
You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell
One Year Ago Today: Color You Mine
Unwrapping you Thrill of opening New box of crayons Curated, my favorite colors You taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam Your
Clay
There are days And nights Where the only thing Keeping me from Sliding completely into the abyss From becoming a shapeless Nameless blob of ectoplasm
