He Feeds Me Sticky Dreams #NaPoWriMo – Day 24
He feeds me sticky dreams by the spoonful like a wicked tease. He feeds me metal on skin the whispered cut that will not close. He feeds me ice on hot bruises and the terror of his absence. He feeds me absolution in a shot glass kiss straight up. He feeds me the soft company […]
Reach #NaPoWriMo – Day 22
I lay cradled in the sand chilled from a long night salt moist sea sucked and I pretended it was your arms, the rumbling ocean echoes of you in my bones. Sometimes I’m sure my love is strong enough to wrench you from sleep in that brittle historic clay like an Adam, somnolent from a […]
Darkness at Seven #NaPoWriMo – Day 20
Cool dark my feet squeak on old cracked tiles and the cat follows, as if I have something to offer besides a whisper. You are not my cat. Contracted with age, there is only so much space in my heart to fit the affections I have accumulated over the years.
Hollows #NaPoWriMo – Day 19
I love a man full of hollows: the abyss of his past, the hours of silence, the base of his throat were sweat collects on high summer nights. I would not have him complete for all the world.
Love locked – NaPoWriMo – Day 18
This metaphor scares me. Mechanisms snapped shut in a rash moment, intractable demands and traps, of metal teeth clenched once in spasm, then rusted shut. I love you in living flesh and airy rooms, in the mazes of night and moist, new mornings.
Duality #NaPoWriMo – Day 17
Torn between the past and the future sky and earth my body and my mind your embrace and open spaces cruelty and pleasure sometimes I fall apart
Afterglow #NaPoWriMo Day 16
After the dream devours me, the eyetooth punctures flesh like ripe fruit, taut resistance, a gasp of pain and, then the shocked silence of torn skin. After my pores open as one, relinquishing their burdens on clean sheets that bind and cling now with the pernicious embrace of lovers frightened by loss. After the spasms […]
Podcasted: Tourist: A Story in Four Parts
Tourist is a story in four parts. Two part written from female points of view and two from male ones. Part one and part three of the story are read by Harper Eliot, who is a magnificent erotic fiction writer in her own right. Please visit her website at www.itgirlragdoll.com. Parts two and four are […]
Come to Me #NaPoWriMo – Day 10
“Come to me,” I said my last deluded act knowing all that I am now not everything time has stolen from me still pitilessly takes and will never return. The clock ticks on flesh falters on the bone ’til nothing one has is worth the offering It was always already far too late wasn’t it […]
Father #NaPoWriMo – Day 9
There’s a deep hole waiting for you, father. The earth will embrace you as I could not. She’ll protect you eternally from your fears of the mistake you made in the madness of flesh in a grotty room on the Boulevard de la Madeleine. It was so much easier to tolerate the child than love […]