The necromancer

Look me in the eye, find some truth, find some fear
then use every word you can find to say nothing. I laid
in your bed once when you were not there. I had a nightmare
that your father found me. I let you run your hand down
my body, I let you, but you knew then, [...]

Lament for a Modern Danae (DRAFT-A-LICIOUS)

I
There were nights of motion, of wetness,
of weeping and pleasure, of ghasping for air.
Once, she lived in desire. She woke in the night
to the feel of you between her legs. You were
her Zeus, your hand sliding into her was a shaft
of moonlight melding her life to yours, creating in her
a divine pregnancy. [...]

Home

On your back, I traced the words I was too scared
to say. You followed the path of my fingers, though,
and were disappointed by my fear. When you asked
me to give voice to that sentiment, I thought you
could be my new home. I am obsessed with a house
two blocks south of my apartmet. [...]

When I was a dominatrix

I.
you drove me to work every afternoon laughing
at how easy it can be to earn so much, to do
so little. I never told you about the seventeen
minutes of fear, alone in a room with this unknown,
possible peditor, the way I listened with my whole
body; I felt what should come next. You saw me:
the [...]

Seal these wounds

I’ve been drowning my fears
in astringent and slitting them
open with the tip of a knife.
Your words can dissolve
the edge of my anger, but only
motion can wipe the residue
of horror and sadness
off of my skin. Only the feel
of paper against my index finger
or the warmth that lies
inside your mouth can seal
these wounds I created.

I’m a theif

I woke, eyes blurry, as you packed your bag
the morning after I pushed my hand into your jeans
under flashing lights, after I made you shiver without
anyone else noticing. I hid your thin blue shirt,
hems unraveled with wear, under the blankets.
I never wanted you to stay, but I needed something
that would remind me you were [...]

What I told you

I can remember the low orange glow
of lamplight lost in the high cielings
of my first apartment in this city
casting the shadow of your profile
on the wall when I told you
my poems are all fiction, and none
would really be about you. I told
you you might recognize gestures,
movements, but these have been
ripped out of life at [...]

Tracks to Cover

That winter snow piled up
to hip level. Every morning,
I broke the trail, pushing
my mountainous body thru
heavily drifted snow, glaciers
clinging to the wool of my gloves.
They all followed the wide path
left in my wake. A thin layer
of ice lay on the top of the snow,
creaking to break as I passed thru
solitary for these moments, [...]

ode to lube

What follows is a work of collaborative poetry. I threw down a gauntlet for Dana from my gorgeous somewhere the other day. She is constantly making comments about lube, so I said, hey, lets write a line by line about lube. So, she put up a post on The Poetry Collaborative and [...]

And Another

I will feed her your
essence, the last gift
you gave me
to nourish this moment
of golden sun, these seconds
between one breath
and another. I will give her the blankets
you once laid beneath, the touch
you once treasured. It will all become
hers before she steps back out
into the ether that is fogs
lifting off late summer
pavement, before I kiss her
in [...]