first purple crocus
on white snowy mountain land
breaking through for you.


Shell✨🐚

Can I pour this love I hold
for you into your open mouth?

Can I write you endless
love letters as long as I live?

Can I drown my sorrows
between your thighs?

Can I devour your scent till
you suffocate with pleasure?

If these are broken lines
then
these are the broken times
in which to write them.

A lizard and a tatt!
imagine that…
his lover left before she came
gone on a whim
leaving him
with a tattoo of her name

now full of regret
but soon will forget
when his words finally come true
his promise of change
never too late to arrange
a shed of skin and off with the tattoo

The moon is rising
Fully round and truly bright
Hounds and wolves wailing