Her hair feathered,

eyes blue doves

nestled in the hollows of her

cheekbones.

Lips swollen

from kissing ****** men.

An object,

love making of the disreputable kind;

of lust,

grime and creaking springs.

Comfort for one sleepless night.

Mouth red not from wine,

but blood.

She tilts her chin up to the sky

and marvels at how small she is,

insignificant.

And the clouds envelope her body

in an embrace so

tender;

Steadfast,

the only lover that comes without a

price.

Lately
I haven’t been sleeping so well.
My bones waxing and
Waning.
My head full of foreign voices,
And eye sockets stinging with
The metallic tang of
Exhaustion.
Hands claw wildly at thin air,
Fingertips searching for
Ghostly beings.
Limbs turn to jellyfish and
Float
languidly down the
Riverbed
Of tomorrow.

The universe formed a

halo

around her head.

Every cell refined,

exquisite from

gossamer golden

strands of hair,

to the tips of her saintly toes.

Men took their hats off,

bowed-

ladies did wait.

And along with the royalties,

she now led;

The earth, sun, moon-

in a meticulous harmony.

Wisdom teeth,
Pulled out this week.
Tongue in cheek,
You carve her name
Through
Your skin as you sleep.

I could write an essay
On the way you hold your body
Near;
A novel on your hopes and
Fears.

I do not know her,
But she has left me
Clenching
At my flesh.
Nails red as wine.
She has left my heart in
Ribbons
At your feet.

Your face mapped out in
Scratches
On a stranger’s thighs,
And I’ll go home to my own
Tonight.