I stand against the wall, my fingers tracing the cracks, counting down from ten, my voice a whisper in the dusk. Behind me, my sisters watch, their eyes wide with disbelief, as if I've lost my mind, in this game that knows no grief. "Ten," I start, my voice echoing in the hollow room, "eight, seven," I continue, feeling the weight of gloom. They see me as a specter, lost in an endless play, unknowing that my search for he...

Your roses are red Mine are green These are for Larry My serotonin. • Disguised as human Played multi-roles Truly an angel Touched many souls. • The world It's your stage You loved to perform No matter the age. • You needed your balance You liked ballet Performing in plays You could slay. • Your naughty streak Can't get past me Your unconditional love Even the blind can see. • Stories to write Moments in time About oceans...

Looking back at my so-called life Has been a mix of joy and strife A major storm of wind and rain The confusing mix of love and pain I see myself and all I've done The experiences both tedious and fun There have been many to whom I've bowed In my heart, more than allowed Some loved, some hurt, some truly did nothing Leaving me pleading, wanting for something Being passed around from Mistress to Master Many times were joyo...

I was outside, I don’t remember where. A young woman approached me and said she liked me. She had dark olive skin and beautiful eyes. Her head was covered but I knew she had long dark hair. She was quite petite but was athletic. I felt her strength when we hugged each other. It was a tight embrace and I felt her pulling me close. She seemed unafraid. She was incredibly beautiful; not in a glossy super-model kind of way, m...

I don’t know where we went wrong, but here we are… scratching and clawing like wounded animals.  I guess I want this less than I thought I did, even as you foam with need to devour that. We used to be Mentos rapid-fired into pressurized Cola, a frothing eruption of sexual entropy followed by sticky sweet messes that left us craving the depths of saccharine extremes. More than we could handle. We pushed too far, indulged t...

In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their caresses. “Then let this be a new dawn as well,” she murmured, as his warm seed flowed into her, “our secret – forever.” A trimester later he was gone, mow...

Walking through the front door was confirmation to myself that things were going to change. Stripping off every item of clothing, I make my way toward the darkened room, feeling moisture between my legs as I move closer to him. “I’m home,” I call to the darkness. Seeing my husband’s reflection staring back at me through the glass. “This will be the last time,” I whisper. “After tonight I’m choosing a new path.” Minutes la...

Without breath there is no life Without your kiss I am breathless without my kiss you are breathless You give me life with your kiss With my kiss I give life back to you Without your touch I am breathless Our love breathes life into to us Your warm breath on me Gives me life My warm breath on you Brings you life Without your kiss as we make love I am breathless Without mine you are breathless As lovers we bring and give l...