fragment

I’m laid on my back, stripped there and then, unbuttoned, unfastened, unhooked, unveiled, each layer until there are no layers … More

come full circle

we lovewe lustsurrender trust,promiscuous,I touch you whenI’m touching me,feel you flowinginside mekeeping meupon the edge,wrap-around,feel my fingerslosing grounddigging in,feel my … More

wandering hands: reboot

I made an oops when I originally posted my last piece of writing, “Wandering hands”, it wasn’t actually the final … More

the colour red

~~ A festive treat ~~ The door opened. I froze. We were on the bed still fully-clothed but in a … More

trailblazer

It was only the day after did it occur to me that, obviously of course it was bound to obligate … More

trace

vertiginous

I was, how old? It was a rave. It was loud. It was colourful. It was wild. Of course it … More

proxy

I dream of your handstangled like needin my hairas I breathe you in. I dream of your handsfinding every curve … More

backroom (no. 1)

He took me into the backroom . . . . . . It was only a summer job, some extra … More

a sense of skin

a sense of skinagainst skinupon touchalong touchtracing linesframing curvestasting touch. A sense of skinsin withinto unleashto subsumeso sublimeto revealbe unleashed. … More

abraid

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

silent cacophony (triloquy #1)

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

don’t pull out

I actually heard myself say it, say these very words, don’t pull out. I think I spoke it in my … More