Sensual words
poured slowly
from her lips
Erotic Poems, Prose, & Opinion
I reached for you
in the dead of night
You sliced me open
It was one of those friendships that started out of mutual association.
A gnawing obligation
skyline orange, my heart
trails back to you. you and I
on the brighter side of the dark
My aim is to no longer dream of my own destruction, for when I do I live in fear. And to live in fear is to stand still at the bottom of a Ferris wheel during a blood moon festival. To live in fear is to stand still at a November carnival. They come and go these opportunities to move. Yet year upon year I stay planted.
I see you’re in South Korea right now
and I realize it could’ve been us
under the moonlight pressed for time
and pushing for it to be done