a treatise of touch

a treatise of touch

come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there.  across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of hip....
Blessed Be

Blessed Be

Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. Blessed be the fierce of want and the howl of...
Happy

Happy

It was a red couch. Clean lines, modern design. It sat in her living room, flooded with light from her big glass door. Faded in places, the leather worn soft from years of use. The seat was marred by primitive spirals in ball point ink, doodled by budding toddler...