Clasps and Expectations

The beauty age a girl works hard trying to move the others far from what is hers. She glances and watches for his reaction, together they know without conversation and music is the excuse. Smash and push the night forward deeper and forward this time both bodies all heated and warm their love attraction rules.…

Caged Heart

Against faith, I’m honestly making the right choice my heart has hung itself inside a thick steel cage. I want yesterday back, so I could say and do all the same things over again. My heart loves and it doesn’t matter that it forgets and has no long term memories. The overcrowded conditions of where…

A First Interview

It was always her idea to want to sit and meet with him. To sit, and explain why no one understood how it was to feel.   To sit with him not as equals, but both playing a certain part. The object of her interest was to explore what she had always known in her heart. That…

Poison Pen

Dipped hurriedly the words couldn’t come fast enough. I was using one of those, 500 year old pens you know the kind with the ink well, and as I was writing I couldn’t help but notice the ink stained and literally got everywhere. Each time the tip was lowered liquid just spilled out everywhere I…

In The Books

And i’ve counted since the day it stopped over and over again always making sure I kept reading the words that mattered. The sensitive promise keeping this perfect record of the number of books that together we’ll read. That number multiplied by months, then years, running without much notice, but still, it’s important to read.…

The Girl

With time and attention both winding and tightening, clearly, he wants her to be the girl. She has gained the attention of someone who has made certain wishes come exactly true. She’s asked to be taught and shown exactly how it is, the rules  rule, on a day like today. Delicately, he explains the touch-play game…

Drunk Love

From far away all I’ve ever wanted was a sliver of her attention, and I know even asking was all together too much for the Queen. With half shy delicate eyes it’s always been hard to speak frankly to her the last time I voiced and opinion was three years ago, she hasn’t talked to…

The Queen

From far away all I’ve ever wanted was a sliver of her attention, and I know even asking was all together too much for the Queen. With half shy delicate eyes it’s always been hard to speak frankly to her the last time I voiced and opinion was three years ago, she hasn’t talked to…

Fevered Touch

Our coveted pretty place adorned heavily in heavenly icons. Close to our bed love rosaries hang close at hand just in case we need to pray for our burdened sins. Sins that aren’t so easily made up I’m constantly in prayer asking for the return of your attention there is something that makes up the…