To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands You’re a phosphoric, Promethean...

I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your...

Fireworks burst like Dandelion heads I blow at the sky Wishes bloom in red

I believe in the stories I hear of the adventures you’ve had each night when you drift off to sleep. You’re a sailor, a pirate, a deep...

You kissed me at the drive-in, all coarse and unrefined. Your rough hands in my fine blonde hair, smoothing out the crook of my arm...