The noise of her typing away on another story of hers indicated that she was in the study where he had cut out a section of the ceiling.
Will you get soulfully dirty in my words?
Plump up yourself with conceptions of me
I am hunting for an incense of cinders and petals
Old pages now cinders of my minuet’s of solitude
Tawny p…
“Why are we walking down this road Mummy?” he asked with all the tender innocence of a child who didn’t have any of the ugliness of life trained into him.
She did not answer him and kept goin…
The land beneath my feet has been commanded to hibernate
To be a sleeping barren ground
A magnifying glass waits to spy upon the past
Flesh will burn in the spotlight on some happenings o…
I wanna pretend I am only 2
And say and do whatever I please
I wanna talk about things like green snot
And things people think you should not
When I see a man dressed as a woman
I wanna …
Noticing my worn nails
and my lack of makeup
He saw I didn’t preen like other woman do
Nail polish and lip gloss it just ain’t my thing
But I can make a man writhe to a quivering lust
wi…
We are humbled in the love curl of her charms
An essence of innocence and redeemable truth
slow the days dance to feel the luxury of woman
The Angels live to breathe her collective radianc…
This is my story, believe it or not but it is true I tell you I do not lie.
A year ago today a magic genie granted me two wishes for freeing him from a collectors vintage 1950’s coke bottle …
This was not the morning after glow that I was expecting. Whether you’re a dame or a dude this should never ever happen to you. My eyes became accustomed to my surroundings and I soon discov…
Ascending to the top of the cellars stairs I wondered why I didn’t use my last wish and ask that genie to take me back to the moment before I wished to be transformed into Ivan Stan the…
The dials of her heart clock
Turn of their own accord
Setting a remembering
Chiming their love song
Louder on fragile days
Love loser pushes through
Breaking a rib each time
Haggling…
written with my velvet pen
I wish to speak quietly of love
love that has no hurry or quarrel
yet there’s a rust mark of barbed wire
upon this heart where the fence keeps me out
the se…
Weariness does not weary me
for the blood in the vein
surges with the nutrition of love
She was swallowed up and trapped in her lion hair and no amount of coaxing would get her to leave her harem of waves.
Fingers press blessed barley cotton deep into his ears
A time to remember a faith in prayer