His hands moved me like strings
attached to a marionette deftly,
as I danced for him my body lifted
to each movement of his hands like
a caress along every inch of me.
I would feel him as I swung into a
perfect pirouette, I the lithe tigress
stalking in the...
Rain tracks down my cracked window pane, gusts spray
droplets, pattern late summer’s dusty coating. Smears
spread down, rivulets drip and drench my doubt-full mind.
I’ve lain awake for weeks without sleep, sweating and stifled
through each hot, endless ni...