i would much rather
you hit and bruise me
than leave such emotional scars
on my frail heart
i would much rather
your strikes upon me
than aching; crying
in the middle of the night

broken bones heal,
while broken hearts
do not

*(k.s)

The sounds
that she made
while he ate
his delicious breakfast
were catlike.

She purred
so contently,
didn't even notice
his face was a mess,
as she was taken away,
lying somewhere else,
in a different place.

Gracefully she moved
un-hooded, so open
to the rhythm of his soft-chewing
& he never had it so good,
filling his mouth
with her moist-goodies,
satisfying
his early morning appetite
to greater heights
of soothing pleasure.

The demands you made
left me shaking,
quivering in my
hard nail boots.
You sunk me with
your cuteness
& turned my heart
inside out.

You  confused me,
gave it to me good,
then spit our wanton souls
back into my mouth
& once I tasted us,
I was never the same,
daydreaming
endlessly.

Perhaps
I'm a bit more insane,
drained of
my fiery-spirit,
forever spilling
thrilling words now.

Nevertheless,
I do confess,
I guess,
once a muse,
always a muse,
I'm wild & wooly
to jump your bones
again.

I breathe in breathe out
Do not fight sacred order
Am one with heaven

We can never go back,
we can never go back to that time
when we were smitten.

For in those moments
we lived like kings & queens,
two lovers walking hand in hand,
balancing on the real edge.

I saw your smile
& you took me in,
danger permeated our souls,
we treated each other right,
transcended the physical realm
for just minutes,
minutes in one hour
of one special day
we were together
& I miss you forever.

All I have now are stories
and a torn faded photograph
of your beauty,
you smiling,
when you made me feel alive…

Spiraling upward
Hypnotic like a cobra
It's toxic venom