Across the obsidian skya chatoyant shiver of lighttracing the moon’s slow tidesintoxicating the breathless driftkissed by the blues of midnightin a dark silken dresspulling me heavy into blissof the rhythm burning inside me

…for the love of the “philia” the rhythm easy as the eros of the night bled into the wallshungry, parting my thighs, mourning the soul swallowing me whole, invited to my bed, mysweet Rumpelstiltskin…love of the “philia” uncouth, with no regard for etiquette

…a humid shirt’s obsession on cajun bayou, th’ fireflies blink lazy…Aint no mojo goin’ to fuck up th’ gumbo or pull me under where th’ crawdads dance in tiny little slippers. Just like th’ shirt scratchin’ my back, holdin’ on to th’ skeeter’s breath as I frisk th’ secrets of th’ bayou behind th’ veil’s […]

…a quiet quill in translation deliberately hanging in air whispering intimacy in tempo unanchored in gravity between every heartbeat to hush tracing the vowels like a metronome bleeding softly on a paper with no punctuation, but a pulseof the ink’s intoxication, carved on a tree

Corsets and innuendos noire of arsenic dressed in green velvet listening to the bayou breathe through the shutters; the scent of magnolias…rolling sweetly in my baby’s arms as whalebones sing, tracing her fingers around the rim of her bourbon, the dark rings under her eyes from sleepless nights spent with me…sweat-slicked and sighing in the […]