I left the cult of dionysus because My vices are too wonderful to be exclusive and now here I am at your door blood and wine between My...

On the edge of dreams Curled in your arms, I am Warm, I am too warm Without you, with only the blankets For comfort Curled up pressing...

Will the words in their heads dissolve? The words in their mouths stop with a kiss-- Or maybe they don’t. Her mouth tasted like life....

I am two, just learning How to sneak out of your arms; How to step quietly away, on shaky tiptoe– Hands folded, eyes slammed shut,...

My mother says “I was having fun, I was dating these men and then I’d get bored and yeah They called me a whore, but I’d drop them” We...

I’m on tip toe Pretending it’s you My lust keeper Keep me locked up With padlock chains Keep your key buried Hidden away from anyone who...

My afternoon tasted of strawberry lemonade, childhood, and other substances, Yours must have tasted of cigarette smoke and stolen condoms...

I found the mother mary pocket shrine wedged between a Hancock Shaker Villiage guest pass and a dusty bar of soap shaped like a seashell....

If I had a penny for every little thing that made me miss her, I’d be crying over a stack of c-notes wishing I was with her. I can no...

Cheap literature, poor romance On a rack in The Dollar General I hate clouding my words With capitalism But here we are. A giant...