hibernating rattlesnakes

June 26, 2020

If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

William S. Burroughs
Naked Lunch

you want him stitched into your skin. you want the blood in your mouth to taste like his. you never want him to stop gnawing at you; leaving marks with his teeth. you want to look at your bones and see the impression of him.

natasza stark
how to love a god, part iii


June 20, 2020

It’s a fever.
A hand on the throat, squeezing.
Like sweat in all the strangest
corners of the body.
It feels like a fox bite.
A wolf uncoiling in the neck.
Think all the birds falling out of the sky,
nose diving to make nests in your hips.
He turns you into a house, swinging doors
that creek constantly with longing.
Hands not your own.
Heart beating faster than normal.
Like this: not breathing.
Like this: all the oceans falling off the
map into your lungs.

Karese Burrows

sipping honey in the sunlight with your hand in mine sounds so divine. when can we start? i’d love to just wrap my legs around your waist, stare into your honey brown eyes and kiss your freckled cheeks. will you take me away from this rotting place, and take me to the places you know? will you walk with me in the sunlight and serenade me while we picnic? your voice sends shivers down my spine and sends chills on my skin. waiting for the sunset is how it feels to be waiting for you while you are away. i wait all day and it is still not as spectacular as your precious kiss. will you wait for me?

Lauren Garland
Sunshine love romance

Wild Pleasure

June 17, 2020

I will destroy you with wild pleasure.

Hélène Cixous
The Perjured City
The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous

My grandmother pulls roses from her ears
and her lips are as plump as a fig as she whispers

Koranic verse. I swear that all the grace in the world
hangs from her knees. I watch her

from the bathroom, ankles deep in muddy water
as I awkwardly attempt wudu. I hide my vibrator

under my tongue and it swells each time I touch
the Koran. This Ramadan, I am too thirsty

to fast. I listen to the loud boom of the athan
five times a day. This reminds me of how much

shame I inherited. I do not belong in mosques.
I belong with women who write letters to secret

men with their earwax, with women who crumble
at the sight of man.

Noor Hindi

Saw you walking barefoot
taking a long look
at the new moon’s eyelid

later spread
sleep-fallen, naked in your dark hair
asleep but not oblivious
of the unslept unsleeping

Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve

Syntax of rendition:

verb pilots the plane
adverb modifies action

verb force – feeds noun
submerges the subject
noun is choking
verb   disgraced   goes on doing

now diagram the sentence

Adrienne Rich

She was beautiful

May 10, 2020

My thighs felt hot, rubbing on the seams of my jeans. She was beautiful, Victoria in her black cloud of curls. “Oh, girl,” I whispered. I leaned toward her. I put my hand on her wrist above the cane, squeezed. “Let me feed you,” I told her. “Girl…girl, you should just let me feed you what you really need.”

Dorothy Allison
A Lesbian Appetite

His Love By: Sunset

April 23, 2020

He sits
All alone

For his love

Never would he guess
He would fall for him

A beautiful man
As bright as the sun

Like a flower
With no time to fade

Fluffy hair
Bouncing in the wind

What I wouldn’t do
To have him as mine

Over time they fell
Falling deeper as time went on

Finally ending
This romantic fairy tale

Sunset Meadows

eating each other

April 7, 2020

how we say we’ll take it slowly and can’t. how our knees tremble and lock. how we’re all mouths and fingers and desperation. eating each other like licking syrup from teaspoons. the heaviness of the silence. the weight of your eyes on me, how your hands shake when you push away the hair on my nape and kiss me there. the vulnerability of it. a cupful of skin, a mouthful of it, right there, yes, that’s where I want it…

Azra Tabassum
Love the Pilgrim Soul