Category Archives: Poetry
Jumping
I have spent far too much of my life worrying about why you wouldn’t love me the way I deserved to be loved. So what if I was selfish? Children are. So what if I was needy? I was taught … Continue reading
Someday.
Occasionally he sees how the cycle could end. He thinks of all the ways it might work: A gun to his head. A tire iron to hers. He imagines what it would be like to be free: What joy he … Continue reading
Jagged Edges
Believe me, no one wants more than I to feel your lips on mine again. Believe me, there is nothing I could even hope for, nothing else I could want. I live and breathe and ache for you. I submit … Continue reading
Bought And Paid For
The heady taste of you on my tongue reminds me of caviar; I can remember the slicksaltsweet, and the spread of your thighs, oiled and offered. You are a rich love, with expensive tastes — I didn’t think I could … Continue reading
Servant
I imagine your lips, parting, soft and sweet, crushed against mine, delicate, a bruised flower full of nectar, dripping sweetness, dropping slow honey against your tongue. I imagine your heartbeat as thunder, and your touch as fire. I crave you … Continue reading