Tempest Stories

Desperate fingers claw for purchase on sweat-streaked skin that snake-like writhes and strikes with vicious thrusts.Ravenous for la petite mort, we seize our own gratification with the biting teeth and bruising hands of urgency and indifference.No love lives in a raging tempest. We are lost in fervour as fierce as a hurricane yet empty but for the force of the gale.With a shaking crescendo of aching muscles and hot saliva...

A petal falls and comes to float Upon a lake of placid still. Like gentle sway of empty boat, Oblivious to early morning chill. Upon the surface it skims along, Mirrored reflection in tranquil glass. Deaf to melodious dawn chorus-song, A fleeting moment, come to pass. The wisps of cloud that streak the sky, A temperate blessing of heaven's grace. Glowing glorious, canvas upon high. Our private, secret dwelling place. Verd...