Erotic Poetry
I look different in print.The serifs dip below the strokes,their angles catching the pagelike…
in edges/in peaks/in valleys/she imagined him/in all the ways he’d touch her/the hard parts of…
As I watch you writeI wish I were a word
Her text lingers . . .bores a hole throughmy thoughts.
Micro poem
What lives onwhen shine of day is gonethe songs of a larkthat put sparks in our heartsgoes…
Erotic poetry
You wakein empty romantic achelead me to moonlightunder ageless silver bircheswhose…
My hand presses tighteragainst red lips,tighter than I expect.
I fold the laundry/finish the chores/lie in bed wishing/my hands were yours/these feather touches/the rough ones too/they’re made by me/but owned by you
In the dregs ofOctober I fall intoyour pumpkin
You
slip on pearls
slip off your dress