All of your darkest parts

The strength of your invisible ties. Like so many men, your sense of right and wrong came first from that book, and the tap-tap of a judicious spoon. Later it would be your father’s girly magazines, and a box to the ears for disrespecting your mother. Decency wrapped itself around your wild parts; love wasContinue reading “All of your darkest parts”

Start with your hands

From December 2012: Start with your hands. I want you to place them here. And here. And here.  So much to discover if you take it slow, and I want you to take it slow. I want to feel the restraint (yours, not mine). I want to see the pulse in your tendon, the quick in your veins.Continue reading “Start with your hands”

Room Service

Hotel beds remind. The pink powder scent and unyielding sheets. Toes pushing up against clinging cotton, fingers drawing on threaded walls – there are things the body remembers in a room that hums. Bath. Wine. Bed. I said at the start. No room service? you replied. And I said that it would come … but much,Continue reading “Room Service”

Possession as the law

His body. I covet with the intensity of one who has borrowed and must give back. A constant reaching, a constant touch. This need for tactile reassurance of his presence over-powering my borders and my limits. You have a wall around you – what was that they said? I have smashed this wall myself, frantic,Continue reading “Possession as the law”