HONEY

How would I forget how you pierced through my walls and windows The warmth of drizzling honey— A mid-summer sunset on a bleak December With eyes closed, and arms open I let you build a home in me Your stare hit me, your touch burned me You took my breath and my words away That …

BLUE MOON

My vicious muses were clad in pastel vintage dresses today dozing in the cradle of my mind high on substance and depth as Elvis' voice soothes their frantic nerves as if it were Sunday morning and they're sucking its aurora like caramel pacifiers on their overwrought merlot lips my voluptuous heart undulates, purrs like Marilyn …