waterfalls sound prettier in my head. so that’s why i close my eyes and listen as the water folds and divides, demands but never shies.
she comes when i call her. like a ripple of waves, she returns on schedule. a cycle of hate and love, she brushes my cheek with the same hand that slapped me. the crash of waves sting but the tickle of ocean spray reminds me that your ire fluctuates like the faces of the moon.
Time to go to the ocean; The waves are calling my name And the ocean spray kisses me in welcome. The sand caresses me, devours me with each step. The water laps at my feet, kissing it's way up my thighs, my fingertips, my lips. The rush of cold water is a shock to… Continue reading Rebirth
I have not tasted the clear, sweet, idle summer day’s waters, nor have I fell asleep in fretless slumber, my lover’s body entertained with mine, our brown, clean lines– bodies smooth and rittled with untampered pores, melding together as one. Despite the barrier of my pink, healthy gums, and straight white teeth, the murky, tasteless… Continue reading The Taste of Lust
I dance with no music, My body sways with one purpose. I follow the path never taken, Trip over seashells and cadavers, My toe bumping into knifes And cutting myself on discarded glass. The wind accompanies me as I waver, Tickling my nude flesh and whistling in my ear. A sprite leads the way now… Continue reading They Steal My Breathe