Month: April 2024

  • Gray Man

    She holds her tongue for a gray man with a smoking jacket that whispers ‘I love you’s’. She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands, and mornings with unbrushed teeth. She holds onto passionate kisses and long embraces under sheets that heat up to a thousand degrees. She presses…

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  • Tuesday Morning

    Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut…

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  • Say It Plain

    vacant eyes search for a signI could be magnetic and willing,but he doesn’t regard the ocean depths of me, the aching for more, for poetry–ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.talks of our daily routines, the weather,adding comic relief and little simplicities–but he doesn’t observemy profound need for intimacy.to stand there in front of mesearching for…

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