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Silvery
Sunday, you are sweet on me, staring as I sing, surrounded by sage, spelling out my own name, with the spiralling smoke. You kiss me, in the car, outside of church, the devil is loose, as you pray, hands on my waist, tender, then tighter, your resolve, wrecked, wavering, wild wolves beat in your heart,…
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A Change
Black lace, baked into my skin, into my soul. I know who I was supposed to be, born and bred, by Aphrodite, to belong to somebody, sleeping in silk, breathing bridal vows, in my dreams, they flow around me, floating like clouds, abstract ideas. I know that one day, it will come, but when… When……
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Sant Jordi, With You
It has been so many days, three hundred and sixty six, to be exact, since I sent my dreams down the river, on a boat, I planned to sink, seeing love, as a damaging dream, that would kill me, if I didn’t kill it myself. I spent a summer writing to myself, sitting on the…
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Mwah
Layering lip gloss, daring him to do his worst, playful, I pretend that I am blind, to the desires that bind him to me, as if I cannot hear, what his hands scream. I ask him, with one glance of my eyes, to the lust in his lap, what his plans are for tonight, and…
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Love Is Cannibalism
I ask you again, before you’ve even finished reassuring me, for the thirteenth time, I ask you if I’m awake, existing in a time, where someone truly adores me. I rest my head, on all the scenarios I have seen, in my overactive, overexcited imagination, asking myself why I can’t sleep, why I can’t breathe,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 