

LutenistShe holds me close to her body slitting me open with this knife which I have given her - revealing strings which when plucked sing my secrets as I writhe in ecstasy imagining that this is love.Lutenist


I am in VocationDamn I am afraid. Perhaps I will let looseI am in Vocation
and do something inexplicable. Blood let through purple shirt in office, french kiss a baby - show no interest in super bowls or American Talents I work sit and stare. They all try and rouse me, thinking their little hot sticks are my misery They are all I have got left. I love them.


Poetry in MotionNo need for alliteration, onomatopoeia, or iambic pentameter.Poetry in Motion
Just help me loosen my buttons, and Ill show you what poetry is all about.


This Night I Dreamt Of OwlsTwilight's whispers faded fast on leaves. And as I ran, Darkness fell behind me so quickly, it brushed my shoulder blades.This Night I Dreamt Of Owls
In this night, I dreamt of owls, and all my inhibitions and vulnerability unraveled in tattered neon streams brighter than the North Star. And thank God that you were sleeping, for if you &n


SummerI crave warmsunlightkwiwisummer's tartdelicious mornings and its sandysweetnostalgicexciting evenings like pomegranates, with enormous glistening red arils that strange sexual fruit I eat centuries worth of summers with so much blood juice running down my hands I'm stained with July.Summer
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