me – and you

Here lie the bones of our beginning. No flesh pressed around them, no strained muscle or arched, aching nerve asking to be felt, to be seen. Just bones, bare. A scattering of calcified possibility, clean and cold, with no cracks through. Through. The only way out is through they say, but sometimes the ending happens tooContinue reading “me – and you”


I had forgotten. This absence as presence. The thought of you wrapped around me, played between fingers, slid between thighs. I had forgotten the breathing walls, the arching into darkness, the reaching for- You. I had forgotten. And now. Your name on my lips, heavy. Falling. Snakes under my skin and yours grasped tight. Clay and thumbs pressed hard.Continue reading “Falling”