A Glass of Noir
Sweetness and silk on the tongue,
Cherry kisses,
Falling to the floor of the forest,
Sweet, sweaty scents of sexual arousal.
Poetry, fanning out along...
The Serpent’s Tale
We shed our years like serpent skins
When young, we wriggle out of them.
Awkwardly and with impatience,
Nothing can stop us,
As we hurry...