Avidité

She laid, scorched by the flames of desire - bald, smooth. Dripping with stains of sweat, and sex

Une Nuit a Paris

Paris, in the darkness, winter 1949 Collar tight against the night, I intend to make it mine I pass the low lit cafes, and breathe gauloises smoke And exhaling to the moon I begin to see the joke

unspent words

Underneath the skin there is a human. Cut me in two, I have ink in my veins that hold the words I wish I had penned but I was too anxious to write.

Magpies and Goodbyes

i used  to salute  the solitary  magpie.  legend  suggests that  if  the bird of  black, white,  and blue  is found alone, it has lost its  mate. 

iron awe

There's wire in the blood, and that is why the copper taste Barbs that sting are multiplying, we need to take our haste The words that pierce our ink cannot ever go to waste So kiss the page before me, we know that I am far from chaste

Splotches

Paint and purge  attack the page  spill, instill 

Waves

Drowning. Waves crush - I watch  Unable to reach. 

Changing

Stripped bare  stagnant air  peel back my bark  you'll witness my wear, 

The Darkness and I

The darkness sat  – brushed his shoulder  against mine.  Silent.  Loud. 

i, dirty secret

i don't keep many secrets. in fact  the only one i kept  was that i spent my entire childhood