open dooropen dooropen door dancers of mooncircle of fateman of my heart here is what i havehere is what i give you language of my skin, devotion of my lipspoetrymy pale longing thighsmy round little breasts and so much love open door and i give you my vow open door...
sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheetsmoonlight brings youon my skin of course i’ll add the rose petalsscattered across the floorlike pieces of my wild fuchsia dress would you rather i string the violetsimpatient, and partly wholein winds would you rather i...
low tides and little rain, the canals are quietand warmer in their knowing, i call your name, you, you, you for whom i loud in soul and heart despite the cloudstrying to conjure the thunderheads solid blues, slow vinyl records,i remembered that for you i left the back...
black tea and wild blossomsof course you have to add the rose petals lukewarm, untastednight-fulls,water leans against the spoonlike a body in the night, skin-prayer you want me moonlight shows meyour unshaved face that i love so...
black is still warm water in cast iron teapot, is soft intimate, sensate like lover’s silk black, as night quiet where stars kiss on my inner sleeve, unspoken promises and vows are kept forever in the wombed room and i am only his tiny plutonian moon with the...
Tonight I step into the sea with you. I don’t even need to look up. Because there are bright stars. In the water. I lean and I surrender in weightless blue, my prince of blue, my yes, my always and forever. Where boundaries dissolve, I am stirred entirely by...
