Freewrite 1/18/14

Want weighs so heavy on the back of my pride that it bends in circles, spiraling down my consciousness until it ends and mind can no longer distinguish between the truth of me and imaginings of you.  Sincerely Ingenious Neurosis I’ve sowed and reaped in the barren field of habitual connections and uncertain loyalties.  Ribs crack on impact as gross misconceptions make their way to the center of ventricles leaving me too weak engage the fairness of love and of war. I am aware and yet my words have confused my care and curiosity. Even the most meticulous expression has been rendered … Continue reading Freewrite 1/18/14

Blues Song for the Love Sprung

Dismal are Sunday rains. Mind drifts to cryptic messages you scribd in collarbone hollows, vibrating in sync with the wicked force of your body, exploring the depths of my quaint heat dripping warm cream. Dare to picture the results such extraordinary fantasy motivates. Soul unions are unpredictable; your enchantment? Unparalleled. Body aches remind me of secrets past lives shared in shoulder bites and tongue brushes, interrupting peaceful reflection with lewd memories of lithe thighs parting mine by careful skill and reckless strength, savory tastes willowing down chins. That meant we’d chosen love. Now, all I do is lament your departure. Continue reading Blues Song for the Love Sprung