you would love me,
you say,
if you weren’t
already taken.
Category: fear
a nostalgic love note to myself and joe, in bygone days.
remember those days?(so many millions of miles away now… ) of slow dancing to patsy clinein small-town dive bars and… Read more a nostalgic love note to myself and joe, in bygone days.
a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)
in my dreams, i feel you. your skin hot against mine, trembling in polyrhythm with my heart… you paint kisses… Read more a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)
reflections on a difficult break-up
i’ve been on a journey. one of the most important of my life. and a journey that is entirely invisible… Read more reflections on a difficult break-up
i have wondered sometimes
i have wondered sometimes if this heat with you this meltingyearningaching this rush of emotion and sensation that entirely overpowers… Read more i have wondered sometimes
untitled
your love demands my existence. perhaps some days.. you forget the weariness the constant vigilance of remembering to exist.
even for you
you and me baby we speak so many thoughts we have none left for poetry is it true that good… Read more even for you
spinning
is this an ancient line of poetry, delicate beauty unwinding in a complex rhythm, intertwining our souls? or the residue… Read more spinning
poetry
perhaps poetry was invented for people like you and i somehow my metaphors tread lightly, slip by your defenses and… Read more poetry
pleasure begins at home: the wonders of masturbation
masturbation (that nasty, shockingly perverse word… not to mention the act of!!!) is one of my favorite activities. it defined… Read more pleasure begins at home: the wonders of masturbation