I
Solitaire
The nights are long and days are short;
when I was married I slept to dream.
now the night escapes in stillness and
the words won’t come fast enough;
I write in discombobulated streams.

II
My eye is caught
something shiny
something pretty
I wish men

weren’t so pretty.

II
Bare flesh and I want.

Tears come when they want
just like words...

Je me retire seulement vous ai laissé mener.

I am the mode of coercion
I am spurring thoughts unknown
Not so sure I’m okay with this.
Want to stay, want to go…

something stirring
restless in the white space
restless in the stillness
something hot and wet.

I
All you see is light and air
flushed sweet giggles and eyes bright.
Let not loose do I the dark despair
caged, contained, cruelly and deservingly
beat down, drug low and tortured till
it holds no grasp on me, no longer does it kill.

II
Tying up and drawing blood in one deep clean cut.
Swelling, beading, pulsing as she wets her lips, small
pink tongue gently testing, teasing, full mouth over it
nursing, sucking. Hands taking into her the extent of him.
Oh sweet thought and she is gone to shallow breaths.

Things I hate...

Raspberry sauce
whole kernel hominy
being cold