two feet

  feet silken skin sliding two feet a meeting of soles a poetic union saucy smooth snakes two warm feet colliding writhing exalting  

Silence: The Irony of Dreaming

  Silence is porcelain …. a shadow of crooked puppets and thin reflections tremulous fingers resisting to crush this idle fantasy this existential paradox this stymied seeking a lonely paradise the irony of dreaming note: I have heard the silence of the universe and it is a cacophony of voice, a body of song, a forest

Free the Beast

  This strange stretching heart again! fluttering squirming scratching clawing slicing scraping and biting a flavoursome feverish creature flushed and high boring its way through hot rivers layed out like a woman adorned with apples flesh split and oozing it’s toes make circles in satin sand and swirls of colour ascend…. star bound….. birds turn their