Mirror

HeyWhy do you have wrinkles?They stretch down,fold your smile…close your eyes…when you smileCan’t look up without that fold between your eyes.You don’t want it anymore?You don’t feel sensual and sexualWhat if like him they go from obsession to indifference?You were pretty once. Now… when you look in the mirror,your face stretches downWhen you look inContinue reading “Mirror”

For you

His soul stills,calm found in her warm embrace,the hand rubbing sore muscles“I love you”-a song that ripples and roughens his throat.“I love you” he repeats-tearing the thorns from the rose,his blood the sacrifice it demands“For you, anything ma chérie,”he whispers in her ear,the flower tucking in her hair,luscious mane that swallows his finger.Silky threads thatContinue reading “For you”