Your Silence Moves Me

Your silence moves me.

Ghostly manners

Behind.

Sheets of white

Outline of bodies tied,

Together

Invisible rope forms

Nooses

Haning us out to

Dry

Misfit

Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.

But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see

The Desert

The desert is no place for a woman.

Vacant and dry, like between her grandmother’s varicose legs,
I wandered for years until I saw the sweltering oasis of my own mind.
Like a magician, I pull the rabbit from my black top hat and I laugh…..

The Cross I Bear

Make me a martyr.
Mar me, scar me with your lips cracked from your experience
I would have rather not known.

A Woman’s Lament

Do I miss my virginity?
Longing for silent nights
Alone.

A Pussy’s Funeral

Awaken, shaken to the furry bones with impurrrfect emptiness.
Not a drop of silken milk to drink from the miniature, porcelain bowl.
Shadows play across kitten whisker lashes and dance upon windowsills.

And He Said…

“She wrapped around me like a blanket,
My life’s worth was unfolding in her eyes.
Her hot breath was an accordion upon my ear,
Billowing and heaving sensations of whispers
I had never heard before.

Math Teacher

He was sharp as the point on my stainless steel compass
That I wish I could have stabbed into his shallow demeanor.