Nearly Bare

pathetic leaves cling
to a stem thats nearly bare
curling, turning brown

 

Waking Death

Before he ever woke
Into his hair matted chest
The beast sank its teeth

 

Bookends

Carved from the same wood
Unspoken compliments shared
Hugging their stories

 

Be My Valentine

Words said in his ear
Dripping with lust and wanton
Made him swell with pride

 

Homing Beacon

Atop my lighthouse
You see how big the world is
Even in the night

 

Dogged

Hungry is the dog
Without a hand to feed him
Wandering the wild

 

Fillet

Piercing your soft flesh
My blade cutting to the bone
Laying you open

 

Melting

Floored like a puddle
Not-so-wicked western witch
When I made her wet

 

Hunted

Searching with eyes closed
For the slightest hint or trace
That you have been here

 

Home

Pushing into you
Never felt so much like home
Your hair in my fist