Across a Canvas

I creep, Then wait Upon the bed, as bait, And keep hands about the knee Like a person in a painting Positioned, A statue, Too patient And so, damned Impatient. He creeps, Underneath Grabs and tugs and slaps Until muffled things emerge From the black rubber Between our lips. It continues and we scream now… Read More Across a Canvas

Saturn Return

Everyone hurries a touch in the moody weather but I’ve reached peak Aquarius: calmer in risk’s orbit, ruthlessly down for whatever, even or especially if it stings Good morning, universe, with yr sudden biting air— My erotic imagination remains on sabbatical despite many blessings in the house of novel apparatus & the alleged libido spike… Read More Saturn Return