
Category: poetry






Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day

The Concept of Time
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass




Up-skirt 2
I’ve bathed in the light of a brilliant moon
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Twisted Red
A sonnet for every scar
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starlight laden eyes
halfway through the night
I saw a strange creature

the real you
I wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up

nameless woman
already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold

Inside Out
Simply fucking
is not enough


Artistic License
I like to litter your
body with kisses


Brilliantly Realigning
I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —crumpled in the corners where my grip was, like I was holding on for life, or something.
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To Be, Or…
Tie and be tied, that
was the vision for the day
that morning, that is,
once conscious thoughts
took hold of my orgasm laced body



I do love things
Like exploring the texture of things —I love touching things, touching things and tapping into sensations.
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I can’t wait
I can’t wait to climb on top again
I can’t wait to wrap my fingers
around it and hold on tightly.

Face My Face
I need to go to the mirror
and look at myself


Bodies & Stillness
One of my knees is softer now
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