i was thinking you look like
russell crowe
and can i take you home

i was thinking i’m afraid
of glass
my shattering

i was thinking i
have beautiful legs

your hair is much too short
for my fingers to grab on to

i was thinking i’ll have to
moan when you enter me
sometimes i forget the script
and might yell out
my you have delicious tomatoes

i was thinking
i should learn to count
meditation is the act of breathing
out, out

i was thinking
there’s a holiday inn
nearby

after Bachinsky’s Spy Cam: The Surveillance Series, in Curio: Grotesques and Satires from the Electronic Age

At river’s edge. Water-touched. Skirt-burnished dandelion. Moccasins damp. A lover. Mist over rapids. Crows always up early. He hears her. Red silk for heat. June berry rolled between fingertips. A painting. Straw hat and sleeveless. Riverbank remembers.

Riverbank remembers. Straw hat and sleeveless, a painting. June berry rolled between fingertips. Red silk for heat. He hears her. Crows always up early. Mist over rapids. A lover. Moccasins damp. Skirt-burnished dandelion. Water-touched. At river’s edge.

Lobster

some of this is true
you chose the biggest male
fat claws pummeling the air
conversation picked clean
pale silence and sucking sounds
butter on your chin
shells cracked empty
relegated to the garbage heap

shucking – an aphrodisiac

special knife to split shells
thumb inside
parts, then holds open
slice the muscle
serve on half shell
lemon juice, Tabasco
the act of swallowing
whole

wanted

defiers of gravity
anti-clockwise glorifiers
palindrome fetishists
digital deity worshippers
moist skin enthusiasts
celebrants of the closed window

a line vibrates
between us
feel its pull

The Butterfly Collector

these are things I’m not allowed to say
like when I first saw you
I wanted you
and if I had the strength
I would have taken you
pushed you up against the wall
and pinned you
like a young butterfly
not to keep you under glass
but to let you colour the air
above my bed
just one flutter of your black lashes
against my skin
and I will let you
go

Here's my first blog. I'll start off with my favourite links to help you celebrate, cry and reach out.
www.campsark.com is the home of SARK, a kindred spirit and mentor of mine who has written extensively on living juicy and healing.
www.ronsexsmith.com is the site for Ron Sexsmith, Canada's troubador of sweety, sexy and sad.
www.girlatplay.com is mainly the diary of a woman who wants to follow her creative path full time. She's an inspiration!
www.anothergirlatplay.com more women who let their creative juices flow.