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I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma, Watching you, too, Seeing you from this bed, Lying in between wake & rest. You can feel my eyes on you, Last night, rough, I see the marks & stress. Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll be taking care of you, In just a moment. Seeing you now, Bare back, I’d kiss. Pantyless, I can’t help grabbing hold, Stroking, Thinking, What to do to you next. I love that you think I never rise the minute your side is without mine, that I wouldn’t notice.

In black, slow motion.

You walk to me, in black, slow motion, then fast. I am alone, then your breath falls against my back. I hold my breath, in dark, before white snow takes you away. I cannot see, your fragrance grows behind me, close to me, choking me. Stillness all around me, mocking me, as if this is the last of me. Your air I am within, and your palm I feel reach my throat, your fingers sprawl across to hold me more.

Love.

Morning.

My Babadook.

Underneath, you walk. A creak under old foundation, you, caressing my feet, your favorite part. Old roots massaging the diagonal planks by herringbone pattern of hickory bark. You are far in distance, my Babadook, out of reach. To physically touch you is dark magic, black cat luck. You will stay right there, rest, my temperamental love. My misty eyes are only meant for me to watch. Today to say a goodbye, then, the sprawling of branches scraping three window panes, across, in a line, one by one, down a dim, lit hall, dragging, scratching, breathing, piercing my ears, that nagging silence between each pause.

Naked in black and white.

I bloom in color, and, I blend into this world, Black and white. You touch my petals, but, Do not see, My vibrant yellow light. I am warm and full. You say, “I love you, Naked in the sunlight, but, A dark shadow, All over you, Is the mood I am in tonight.” Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love. … Visit Archive and About for more content and author details.

Night in a port city.

Purple sky over a port city.

Rain.

You drive off, into the rain, Knowing, The rearview will be, The last time you see me. This is the only time, again, We say goodbye. The goodbye, That is forever again, Because you break us, Somewhere inside. I know you are sad. Same, Inside my heart, Too. The part, Dividing me, Between him, And you. I know now, That when goodbye, Is said, To hold a breath, Between, That last word,

Silhouetted feline.

In shaded sun, I’m gazing off nowhere. I like to visit often, My space, just sitting here. I look at many things, As they walk by, but, I’m most content, In my heart, By your left side. I will sit here for a little more, It is very warm. You may admire my posture, My beauty, Then I’ll be closer, Curled up, On you, Seducing you into the, Late afternoon.