two crows fly over
tree that is still holding on
to her summer skirt
May the fruits of summer keep you fed this winter, dear reader.
today, as we played she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.” i thought of how i know where you like to be kissed and stroked but i didn’t know all your soft places and you didn’t know mine (hurt happened) as i started crying, she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for…
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
This beautiful poem arrived in my email box tonight. The words make me ache with something…like reaching for fingertips but not quite getting there or continually being on the edge of an orgasm… it’s beautiful. Friend by Martin Challis I have kissed you in many mouths; those hunted doorways emptying like children from school. I…