Category: Poetry

Words, the blood of poets. Slick, wet, hot, pouring over the page in a curtain of sultry satin red.

Feeling Thorny

For Tess, who tagged me while I was away. Naughty girl! Leaving me homework for when I return.

So consider this dedicated to you.

— 

roses are red
but even red
fades
to pink
unless
you give it
a gentle slap
with the flat of your hand
or perhaps
something sharper
like
the bite of
a flogger
along the back
of your thighs
or perhaps
the sting of
a crop
kissing the small of your back
or maybe
even
the nice
solid weight
of a paddle
raising welts
on your ass

but
no.
you want
red roses

and those roses
would be all
black
and
blue

Where Tears Meet Pavement

Unafraid,
a grip so tight
this vision becomes a vessel,
a satire for sunshine,
and before I can count a
hundred, thousand,
rain drops –

I am
released by grace.

Yet…I cannot countenance
your indiscretions
as I can barely cover my own with a
hundred, thousand,
words.

Sweetness

I can taste the words left silent upon your lips.
the forgiveness you would beg with carefully practiced indifference

while the taste of your fragility
is sweet on my tongue
knowing any fault I find
is mine
for seeing with imperfect eyes
only makes it sweeter