the shape of trust (triloquy #3)

Trust me,you said.Trust me,I did.I wore what you told me to wearTrust me,you said,black lace basque with attached suspenders to … More

no promises (triloquy #2)

Sunlight splinters without a sound, your schizophrenic shimmering climbing through my window, empty feet across the floor leaving not a … More

Hands move along the backs of my legs and over my hips, across the small of my back, along my … More