This love’s a craving a desire deeper than the fishes- there is so much dark in me and though I myself can always see the light, the beacon, it may not flash so consistently for another locked into my orbit. I burn as brightly as the sun yet when I meet another hotter entity I…… Continue reading Phoenix Rising (poem)
I am adrift and un-anchoured. When you sit next to me the blue carpet beneath us rolls and the sofa pitches as if we are aboard a vessel steaming across a vast uncharted ocean. Waves rock and roll us and the motion is relentless- I can taste salt on my lips and feel the wet…… Continue reading Unrequited lust (poem)
“Without hope, all men are animals,” he tells me stoically from the chair. “And all women too!” I reply with an ironic grimace, teeth bared to cover up All our fear. We smell it on ourselves now, Universal a low lingering sour scent of too many mistakes, too many actions unable to be undone, By…… Continue reading POWER Responsibility.
“Would you do anything for me?” the question holds so many implications. I try to hold onto something more than what I am, but it all turns to snarling grimaces, to ashes in my mouth. Do we need to fight for me to feel real; do I need to let you hurt me feel your…… Continue reading Feelings (poem)
Am I in you, like you’re in me? Could that ever be? Beyond the pure physicality of love, the mechanics which make it all possible; can you feel me in you, like I feel you; coursing through my veins with the speed and weight of a giant wave, a tsunami raging towards the coast of…… Continue reading Love; like the sun and the moon
Love springs, somewhere. And then flows onward’s in it’s lazy, meandering track across the ground of all things. It moves at the deepest levels, and most things yield to it, especially when it is strong like flood water- everything gets swept away. Love flows this way, and it destroys this way. It creates new currents,…… Continue reading Love- the biggest word (2)
What is love? What is this massive word, which pulls so strongly on our souls, and creates such upheavals that we tear ourselves apart again and then carry on forwards, continuously breaking and reforming like clouds drifting in the sky. It is this constant push and pull, this constant demand on parts of us to…… Continue reading Love- the biggest word (1)
His mouth- God his mouth. My lips curl upwards just thinking about it. His mouth is the warm place; the place where everything else fades away to background noise and meaningless chatter, the place which settles everything still raging in my soul. His lips brush mine and everything starts to fade away- his mouth is…… Continue reading His Mouth
He traces a finger across My collarbone- I shiver, my skin becomes electric and I blink like a live wire runs right through my body and he holds the power switch. My back arches and my pulse pounds, as I knowingly and willingly submit.