Senses Speak

the curtains part on hot bulging temples and spilling thighs words fall against themselves dying valiantly letting senses speak now beautiful uninhibited senses rolling bloody skin around howling channels of desire all sinew and strength tall beasts between french lines claw and tongue growling i must have the body length full not whisper not tips

never-ending story

paper thoughts bridging shores thin walls minding laws feeling words killing small stretching tight crawling floors flavour some prickle tongue mooring craft tiding seas sliding glass shaking trees sugar leaves falling past rustling grass sleeping girls moving ships sorting worlds mountain tips separate thoughts blending fire stitching wire flexing higher burning broader fearling further freeing

your gaze

what you see is what you are what if it was true that to focus on pain meant you caused more of it …..   what if your gaze was the moon and your heart the ocean your feet like two brown bears dusted and beautiful rubbing through earth scratching and tasting swimming like mulch-snakes