I stir myself i…

I stir myself into a solution,

Losing myself in a vortex of emotion,

But then you come and stand  

At the edge of my reason

and I suspend into disbelief.  

 

In this clay st…

In this clay strip I call home,

there are no welcoming arms,

only a licking sea —

that with all its incessant rewinds

can’t add one more drop

to the ocean inside me. 

 

 

Three types of …

Three types of moisturizer —

face, body and cracked heels

Nothing for the brokenness

I wrap around me.

Cherry, berry, sunflower balm —

Dry and chapped lips

Nothing for the broken kisses

that haunt my lips.

Short skirts, lacy bras,

Long legs, shapely breasts

Nothing for the broken desire there.

In this tug of …

In this tug of war

of making love, not war, 

I didn’t expect to slip 

and fall on shards

so broken.

I didn’t think

I could make love

so hopelessly

when so hopelessly

bound.

No BDSM this.

 

 

 

 

To be a fly on …

To be a fly on the wall —

my death wish,

It has come too soon.