In the throat of an angel [a poetic?

She was fantasyCloaked in the skin of a womanHer gaze the perfume of diamondsAnd laughter like a landslideIts eruption shrouding the would-be shameOf those who reveled in the impervion ofDaydreams of a sacred escape with her She was musicCaught in the throat of an angelHer kiss a drink straight to the headAnd touch like worshipThe…

Coda [poetic]

I played by memory,Timed the breath marks,Knowing every entrance and rest,Honouring them with Grace.The melody never got oldAnd I nearly lost myself in the music —I almost missed the universe raise her fist:Nao dal segno. I mean, I knew there was more to this songAnd some parts I’ve even practiced before —This refrain looks familiar—…

wet lips to paint your dreams [a poem]

Unconsciously My lips kiss my tongue In a slowed, quiet moistening Preparing for a delicate meeting Of mouth to tip The small hole my lips embrace Filled with potential to Create new worlds My hands find their place In gentle but assured grip Without thought The subconscious confidence of one who’s Done this many times…