no care for our skirts
we’re swingin’ in the backyard
over blades of grass
Tag: writing
audience
dancing in my room
I am my own audience
lost in the movement
burning
I was far away,
burning up. When he woke me
I hoped it was you.
steam
a dance in the hips
feathers weaving through the spine
steam on the window
Clock
Desire announces
its impatience. Broken clock
chimes persistently.
underwater
I’m underwater,
and I can almost taste you.
Goosebumps on my soul.
impulse
heart spilled on the tracks
a casual encounter
seductive impulse
sigh
his sigh escaping
silence pounding in my ears
madness holds its breath
ghost
this ravenous ghost
lost in obscurity, yet
guides with gentle hand
ruckus
Clouds laugh and fall from
the sky, unmasked intentions.
Ruckus amongst gods.
Some call it red 