When did we become so sensitive as a people? When every word uttered leads to offense taken A glance speaks volumes to our fragile hearts And we’d fall apart piece by piece
Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …
Resentment Not a response you’d expect Here I stand I hum with arousal I sing with regret Picturing your fingers tracing Gliding, tickling, tracing Down the curve of my spine “You’re mine” A jolt of desire A hiss of despair As I let you touch Wake and take Those secret parts of me I shiver …
My life is a series of check-ins. The cool surface of the keyboard or the smooth glide of the iPhone are the only touch I know. “New alert for you, Deidre. Rachael liked your photo.” Rachael, my friend from college. She used to stay over in my room to study for Organic Chem and we’d …
This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …
Squeezing my eyes shut Tightly wound Breath held Contemplating my know-how Can I? A question asked Repeated on loop I’m hovering, wondering Considering my beginning Can I? Bracing At the start Propelled Compelled to Live, go, breathe, and Exhale
So rusty… There’s nothing wrong with working at Bob Evans. Just like there’s nothing wrong with admitting you dropped out of college. My mother told me that the day I called crying because I was failing out of school. My tears dried up, packed my dorm room up, and got a job waiting tables. Now …
This is me My self-loathing, self-pity, lack of self-worth AND my self-imposed celibacy Pick a problem from the list Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Am I falling in love? Falling to pieces? Fallen in to Oz… Question mark I’m full of them Searching for an explanation for my rampant emotions They’re running away with my logic They’ve …
No longer sacred This space is less mine Instead someone else’s refuge Where will I hide if not here? My holy spot darkened Robbed of my sanctuary I search for a new place Hoping to find safety In a different familiar
Taking advantage Using without regard I’ve been used Body, mind, heart Each part marked My being weary I’m cautious to a fault Unable to love Unwilling to give Solitary entity for a reason Made an island by pain Afraid… Afraid that the next one Who whispers their desire Will ravish my soul To possess my …