Open Casket

Eyes meet Strangers in a bedroom now Furtive looks away Trying to conceal the embarrassed I normally don’t do this They lie politely Taking turns reaching into the other Looking for a piece of themselves They cannot possibly recognize Too young to be properly alive Vows they gave to an idea Are the closet corpses…

worship [a poem]

Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…

fuck me poetic [a poem]

fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us.   “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…

oral sex – a micropoem

You speak ejaculate – Take care with where you spill your words, conceiving notions and ideas perhaps, you weren’t ready to see carried out.

some Friday lunchtime sensuality

Warning: This may be blush inducing for only the very sensitive. I generally keep these to myself and a very select audience, but this one just keeps calling to be read.  [sweet honey bee] Tell me your secrets – write them on the tip of your tongue and spill them like velvet on my soul, I’ll…