THE DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth the […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 3; IN WAVES

  And we kissed and I took you in, in waves; your breath, your body, the smoothness of your skin, the ease with which my hands slipped from thigh to burning heat, lower, deeper, aching for exploration and my hunger rose and I took a breath and all that you are flooded me with nothing […]

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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 12, APPETITES

  Down in the dungeons of men’s minds, below the dance halls and the giddy galleries, deep in a declining darkness holding no pride over permanence, appetites edge on apps to ease entrance as dogs eat dogs. These are no longer the days of Wilde’s wit and wicked word play, temptations are no longer teased […]

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LONGING; THE TASTE OF THINGS TO COME

  Tongues taste our thoughts when our thighs twist and tumble, when we slip from sensible to supple, shuffling off our slips, when lips lick lines of longing, disrobing desire from distraction, curious to current caress, covetous carried toward carnal, slipping onto soft sheets soon to be sweaty, soon to be soiled with that sensual […]

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NO KNOT CANNOT BE UNDONE

Day 21 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Pulled are we (OFF; no more) from under and over and pushed (panting) by fleeting fate when we fail to trust (when THRUSTS grow frail) and the body rolls off, recoils and the mind rethinks, returns. Let go, did you, of that hand ONCE held in that taxi […]

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OUI

Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once fresh, […]

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ON THE SHEETS

  And you were gone and we, and you and I were off and running in different directions, in search of subsequent distractions and you were gone, the day unfolding and duties reasoning chores into realities far from the comfort of beds where bodies were bare, where tongues touched thighs, trembling, where fingers found flesh, […]

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