The flattering, elegant strangerchained me suddenly to her heartwhen I blissfully closed my eyesand she pressed her finger into my lipsand whispered with hypnotic eyes,“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”The rhythm of her voice evokedsomething within me...

With cold dead hands,a ghost I amto you alone now.With cold dead handsthat are unseen,unfelt, and unanticipated.With cold dead hands,my visits unknown to youmaking you shiver,and lips embalmed in ice.With cold dead hands,I will call on youto feel your...

Another day has come and gone without me being inside you, without you feeling the threat of  an animal waiting to devour you?   Here I am, still potent,still hungry, still stalking you,my prey. I could force myself on you. But I'm an animal not a sinner.   Why...

24 hours ago our bed held only the ghost of my shape & you breathed like nothing was missing   i wanted to shout from the spare room (i’m not there i’m not there) but sleep had stitched your eyes shut with trust   the saddest thing was not that i left but that you didn’t feel the cold   where i wasn’t   or if you...

If variety is the spice of life, my sobriety isequivalent to rolling seven on a cubic dice. Standing tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighs. Goodbyes are poor receptions in...