slurping chai from a saucer
like a kitten
(and the blushing)
falling in
to your gravity
meandering through
the conversation
the day
your journal
(this still leaves me smiling)
me, drawn to the texture
of your opinions
and passions
(and then the kissing)
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…
first they were far away from a country girl riding bareback into the storm then they were buried beneath cubicles and his need for sports and security later they came wailing with the babies and their scattered, pressing needs now, my dreams come like a swarm of bats flying out of my heart to be…
her fingers so soft on tight flesh sinuously stroking the deepest innerworkings (shadow dance) his complexities and contradictions had her wanting more the deep empty beckoned erotically entangled in the black, hollow void stripped bare of personal desire mesmerized and aching the stillness pulling and engulfing wet madness dripping off the edges union became a…
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Today’s random word comes from my friend, Aaron Dietz‘s book Super. I wrote about his book a few years ago when it was published. Today’s word is breaking. breaking with tradition. breaking up. breaking hearts. breaking old habits. break dancing. breakfast. breaking a pattern. give me a break. breaking. Breaking is a delightful word for…