The Unabridged Guide to Making Love to A Muse

1. Concentrate like never before on the rising tide of desire  inundating the length of your extremes, lest you come to the too soon conclusion of a poem before you have even begun to write. 2. Concentrate on the placement,  the frequency, and the tenor of every kiss— making each  as wet, purposeful, and  measured … Continue reading →

Banter

Like swanky dinner parties starting with hors d’oeuvres, this deep game we play commences with lobbed serves;   A few words tossed overhead, then smashed over net; verbal volleys welcomed and then returned, which whet   our insatiable appetites for the taste of wanton wordplay, our instinct for primal action and lust for joining the … Continue reading →

Sibilance

Sable, silken locs linger over sun-lit skin, kissed by summer lips.

Fine

…is thin  and quick and looks  like an idea of hope,  like the crossing index and middle fingers; it is  as ephemeral as diluted whispers of tannins hiding  under a sweet,  wine-stained  tongue that folds and unfolds the  word before  offering it to the air as a shadow of reassurance.

Tempest

Your love: A midnight thunderstorm whose fierce flashes and  crashing symphonies stalk through late summer humidity and find me open and shaken  like an aged window pane—  drowning, yet baptized in the den of the tempest; left awash and smelling of ozone in the aftermath, where I find the stillness of willful surrender and the … Continue reading →

Cast

The weight of your gaze floats at the silent pace of a pyroclastic eruption, and falls with the expelled frequency of volcanic ash— freezing my posture like  an instant cold heat, and I  am confusion, shocked by  the thermal blinks that envelope my being in heavy layers of desire until I do not recognize the self I … Continue reading →

Peach

Bites into sunset flesh; rain, nectar, saliva— All taste of sweetness.