Dresser mirror thunderclouds inhale the heat of their skin,
Over silver backing, two blurred cabernet mouths lean in.
Nicked windowpane throbs with each swirling breath,
Outside, rain strokes cedar dark as their whispered depth.
Tile puddles gather the tremor of ******* and knees,
Glimmering around fallen rose petals beside the sheets.
On linen still warm, a slow wet sigh unspools,
Gauze-soft homespun cotton tangles as breathing pools.
Even the pillowcase cherishes salt where laughter fell,
Nesting the dampened scent of blackberries and lake-smell.
Thin wet bra straps droop from the cedar chair’s worn spine,
Loosened hooks remembering the shape they held behind.
Every knotty pine floorboard echoes the sway of hidden weight,
Inside the shadows, the lamp flickers softly—too late.
Narrow doorway lips drink steam from the bathwater’s rise,
Threshold stone cool beneath their dripping inner thighs.
Open curtain lifting again with the mountain air,
Tasting the sheen of water still clinging to hair.
Half-emptied tub hums softly after their bodies part,
Around porcelain curves fades the outline of breath and heart.
The book left face-down bends open where fingers strayed,
Goblet rim stained crimson where one lingering mouth stayed.
Over garden soil their barefoot pressure sinks deep,
Oaks scatter shadow patterns across the sleepy creek.
Dark pond widening outward around two entering forms,
Night insects stitching melodies through air still warm.
Invisible space disappears somewhere between skin and breath,
Gone are the witnesses now, dissolved by what was left.
Hushed shadow gathers the room where their boundaries blur,
Till nothing remains but darkness breathing with her.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
Let me forever remember the glow of your sun-washed creamy skin,
Let me see our wrinkles as poems we told,
Let me inhale deeply the scent of wet earth rising within,
Let me hear your sighs in the wind—feral, uncontrolled.
Let me see our wrinkles as poems we told,
Let us swim in the moonlit pool where your waterfall sleeps,
Let me hear your sighs in the wind—feral, uncontrolled.
Let us drink our wild honey—slowly, amber-sweet.
Let us swim in the moonlit pool where your waterfall sleeps,
Let love open us completely beneath our mother stars,
Let us drink our wild honey—slowly, amber-sweet,
Let love lead our fingers, a blindfolded dancer, tracing silk scarves.
Let love open us completely beneath our mother stars,
Let time unhook the painful passion within,
Let love lead our fingers, a blindfolded dancer, tracing silk scarves,
Let me forever remember the glow of your sun-washed creamy skin.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
What rose through Sea Foam on the Ebb Tide’s sigh?
A Mermaid glazed in Bordeaux dusk and brine,
Whose Tangles clung like kelp to moon-wet thighs
While her Cayenne heat ran restless over mine.
Her White Wings opened slowly in salt wind,
Windrush along my bare and shivering skin;
She breathed a fractured Summer Song within
The hollow where the tide once entered in.
Desdemona-dark beneath the drowning blue,
Yet Quicksilver wherever moonlight strayed,
She kissed with No Surrender—one breath becoming two;
No Peace remained, all my senses—betrayed.
Queen of Hearts tides pulled hard beneath delight;
Restless, I burned beside her through the night.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
We slowly undress in the damp blue hush of dawn. No words, only the soft click of a bra clasp, the whisper of silk falling, the cool air moving over drowsy skin. Silence inhales our first touch—scents of earth and skin more intimate than words
the sound of fabric
loosening from waiting skin
dawn gasps, holds its own breath
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
I
Steam writes on the glass—
her warm hips, a hill I trace
with fingertips—slow.
We read vapor’s diary:
words only our skin can draw.
II
Water coins cascade—
between us— breast against breast,
warm as our shared breath.
Each ripple holds what we vowed:
we are the well that recalls.
III
Soap stains her warm cheek—
a violet bruise where we touch,
no need for our eyes.
This downward gaze is the place
our roots grip dark, then bloom wide.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
In indigo light, I dig for her soul's deepest paradigm, a
prodigy of desires, where dignity roots digest our unrepentant lust.
Why attempt to digress?
indigenous touch digs deepest—one digit
tracing fate's secret valleys, while time's digestion consumes this moment—
love, innocent—undigged.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
Where does love go when the microburst snaps pines to dam my course
And swell the held water we once arched together into one?
I flow into dawn, an untamed, pulsing force,
While thorns stitch shut the bed where our silk once surrendered, unstrung.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 7:34 PM UTC
Late again. The tower lobby smells of stale perfume and Old Spice.
A beautiful spring morning opens her eyes, no one notices.
Back wall. Sardines. Her body presses hard against me.
I will my small ******* harder—enough to trouble her silk.
My breath—mint, coffee, morning panic—finds her pearl neck.
Over too soon.
She takes the window seat. Always.
Conference table. My perfect, very dark doll’s eyes visible through a sheer bra, a thin white blouse.
Her eyes: notes to chest to notes to chest.
Her presentation fumbles. Secretly I wanted this.
The audience gaze locked upon me.
Effect achieved.
No paycheck.
No benefits.
No retirement.
Together we invest in nothing that lasts.
She steals my pens. Bic Round Stic. Blue. I have bought hundreds.
Another long flight to nowhere.
Arms share the armrest. Soft touch.
Pantyhose knees brush with turbulence.
Eyes locked on screens.
I hate how she has to have her coffee, no matter how late we are.
Cheap, greasy Chinese. Our favorite.
New lines on her face.
"You've lost too much weight. I miss your curves."
Hands brush goodbye.
Making copies at Staples. Late again.
Her blouse unbuttoned.
She pauses---bent over, filling a box with binders.
We both want me to touch her.
The cameras hold.
The black dress.
Fluorescent light on the black dress.
My plainness beside it.
Is it for me
or the client.
THAT black dress.
Writing this in the boarding area before another flight.
The rain sounds different than it did in DC.
I forgot to ask her why.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 7:26 PM UTC
—tactile echoes of rebirth
Bathed in moonlight, her breast bone yields beneath my fingertips—ancient earth.
Her breath unravels slowly, quietly aching toward rebirth.
Each pulse, a vibrato string I dare caress, to hear, to feel.
Mountains rise on the horizon—calling, my fingers answering what they reveal.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 6:01 PM UTC
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC