Tumbleweed

Rings me every timehe’s in town – Tumbleweed, I call him –a man I love to hate He tints my normalcywith neon rushes, flames of screaming lust – I’m better of without himwish he’d lose my number…well…maybe after next time. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own. Piece is purely fiction, I promise)

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Exorcism Required

It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Restless Want

Am all achy – rat wanting an apparatus to smear life chanting as spring storms in, she is needy as you my honey-do lusting away, there are men say love soars – juiceless boys never can the day rose misty, of bluer want.

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Poisonous

She is beauty defined – the flash of deep brown eyes a wry smile: suggestive, inviting, she tilts her head, black tresses cascading over silken skin, and men flock, eager to bask in her sweetness, catch the ray of a smile. She taunts me, mocks my insecurity – an easy target for one so self-assured […]

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Love In Aisle Nine

Lust ignores warning signals, fancies itself a savvy consumer, commits minor infractions with confidence, sidestepping anxiety. Loneliness – near-sighted – shops without discernment, fails to recognize that all life is transient, and patience is the key to harmony. Love – the main attraction – is not a lone chauffeur, a self-serving commander, feeding off helplessly disabled, regressing into […]

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