#nightpoetry
Wednesday, July 21st, 2010Probing the idea of you the tongue tip of my mind traces your borders, elevations the salinity of your essence [...]
Probing the idea of you the tongue tip of my mind traces your borders, elevations the salinity of your essence [...]
Kiss me, but not absently without yearning for the touch of my lips or the scent of my skin. Touch [...]
under a sky the colour of asphyxia wet heat tugs at my limbs minutes are hours wanting gnaws away at [...]
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? Hamlet, Act II, Scene 1 I wish [...]
When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the world was a kind place. And I believed her, because [...]
Pungent dried petals crushed and crumbled into my skin. My palm flat against my chest grinding the blossoms into my [...]
On the cracked benches of dusty railway stations, in the populated sterility of airport lounges, termini or sanctuary, in motion [...]
Ghostly shadow mice nibble away and the edges of my perception. Their scurrying sounds bitten off consonants of words once [...]
Supine beneath the onslaught of your shower’s cool benevolence, the floor hard and frigid below my back, sharp against the [...]
This is the third drink. Perhaps the fourth. I’m not sure. This is the twentieth cigarette I’m grinding out with [...]
Flames dance at his fingertips, little blue blossoms, stinging thorns of heat. How can something so beautiful burn with such [...]
This is what I want you to do: Stand naked in front of the mirror and, with the sluttiest, reddest [...]
Secrets erupt from eyes, sightless in ecstasy: such wrecked beauty. Dark juice pressed from delicate fruit, summer sweet. Kohl stained [...]
I want to be your creature. Not your wife or your girlfriend or your lover or your slave or your [...]
Nothing stings as sweetly as the cut of your kiss, here at my throat. You decapitate me. Nothing aches as [...]
You are forever beautiful, framed in white gauze, pink-cheeked fever doll. Sweat beads on your brow, infected opalescence, lips dry [...]
Inspired by the cornice on the doorway of the Society of Antiquaries. As someone tore her veil fell aside, those [...]
The bones inside my limbs turned black in the heat as you set me down into the liquid sea of [...]
Promise you’ll lay me in the shifting sands of some place with a name that sounds like a polite interruption. [...]
The cool glass against my breasts stings and my nipples seize into hard buds. As steam-filled as the room is, [...]