Fly with me
Take me to your rooftop and gently kiss my hand I have a hundred dollars and I haven’t got a plan. There seems to be no time to think through…
Tag: relationships
To my Mother on Mother’s Day
I’ve chosen over the years to live in many places, claiming my identity again and again. Ever in search mode, I’ve looked for comfort, for love, and most all —…
Intimate
Last night on a carpeted floor my lover held me with his eyes, a soft knuckle on my cheek, reassurance his hand on my thigh as he whispered “I see…
Softness in my Living Room
The yellows in my living room drink up every once of sunlight that slips in though the windows. That’s why they are there, after all. The yellows and the purples…
Exposure
I am naked standing in front of his camera as he repositions the tripod. Moments earlier, I was alone in my apartment draped in a bathrobe an old lover…
Muller: A Bar Short
His name was Muller. And he told me I was fucking adorable. I was sitting at the bar, the way I love to when I want to write but my…
Drunk (Again): This Time on Wine
I’m drunk again. This time on wine but it was (the last time) the tick of the clock as I swallowed up the droplets of red on my mind. …
The Way the Rose Dies
“I love the way the rose dies,” I told him “deepening red darkened, crackled petals a slight downward turn, bowing.” (I love the way the rose dies.)…
