She laid, scorched by the flames of desire - bald, smooth. Dripping with stains of sweat, and sex
Tag: itslit
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.
unlace me
Undress me 'til I'm nothing but lace I'm the shadow, bring your lights embrace Strip my skin; with heat replace The parts of me the frost would deface