Raked nails leave behind red trails on a naked back while lips soothe the torn skin left in wake, and the trembling mixture of hitched breathing and screams echoes in the quiet bustle of the late morning. Questing tongues and fingers relay the love unable to be spoken when eyes roll into back of heads … Continue reading On Hands and Knees
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #14
I used to think, that those who drew names in the sand were fools, until this singular moment occurred, and you drew your name against me. who can ever be prepared for that kind of marking that adds to history and alters futures once so steadfast that five years weren't a mystery. breathe into the … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #14
Facebook Short Poetry Series #13
I don't, I mean, I see, wait I have it, somewhere, I think, maybe, possibly They won't understand, probability replacing likelihood I don't want to be seen, they can't get what it means, to be this, the road, the slip of day into night what it means to survive in dusk I have, please, I … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #13
Facebook Short Poetry Series #7
Take in the second, the moment, the third, when something is more than the nothing we created in our minds to explain existence. But there was something more, always, more so we moved in the space together pushing and pulling as the tension twisted and built in lower stomachs and screamed its release as eyes … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #7