Category Archives: lust

Dream Whisky

I dreamt of your black hair

falling through

my fingers

fine

and

soft

Broad shoulders

raised slightly above

my

trembling, tense

form

your bold, brown eyes

drinking my body down

slow and easy

like

watered whisky

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Siren Moon

The moon hangs tonight,

Pale, well formed and heavy

A Siren’s breast.

She calls to me

I ache to reach up and pluck her out

Take her from

that barren landscape.

She would fill me up, an overflowing pitcher

of spring rain,

The bittersweet swell and sting of a wayward virgin.

But her absence would leave

an inky ocean

Empty, silent

save the long dead stars