And so I write…
When the world sleeps
whether actually or in my mind
where only quiet exists so that I can finally hear the sound of the knock of the ones who deliver the words from worlds I only know when I am still.
And so I write…
from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets
I remember your smell from before I knew you.
The taste of our first kiss was something I recalled, like a distant memory.
When you touch me it’s as if I’m awake for the first time
free to live all the dreams I have collected,
like finding a…
I haven’t slept for days…
My thoughts are soft swirls of purple haze.
In the middle, a minotaur, minding a maze.
Within a labyrinth of many ways,
I rage at the mirror that reflects my gaze.
Tired torpedoes fall silently still
As attacks become naps of necessity’s thrill. …
Because Print is Better Than Digital
I’ve never been a bookworm. No one would have ever accused me of that. Prolific in other arenas, perhaps, but not in the realm of reading. I always preferred writing and I liked my own stories because they were immersive. I did read, of…
I was lost in the mist that I thought was the gist of the prefix of your essence,
Yet I was awoken to sounds not meant to be spoken through sobs and cries and muffled surprise when you caught me seeing you.
I cannot lie that I’m broken inside each…
Matte gloss spine-shivering
Ecstasy — unending,
When I find
Iconic is classic — direct in her demand to be noticed. I noticed when her lips never left my collar.
Coat me in waterfalls of your Black Honey, and I’ll crawl to you on my knees…
from CRAVE: House of Worship
You watch me
Play in her fields of gold.
As a watchful
Nail of authority
Beckons me closer.
I CRAVE to know
How your fire burns
As the amber embers recall
Of a glow
Not long ago
Of when you smiled supremely…