...the flicker, a burning flame of untamed hungertouching her...so wet she drowns, teasing hersetting her soul on fire as my tongue becomesa stiletto's minuet on her flesh...as her eyesbecome darker than the pleasures as she feelsthe flicker, longing the...

The velvet of night cascades shadows of cataracts, when the sun goes down. Peeling away the flesh of day...The darkness becoming my illicit lover, masturbating my quill. The ink surrendering its sweet muscatel to your waiting tongue. Ravenously you...

It is what it is, an echo of forgotten dreamsthe hinges on a door or a cold spot on a pillow that whispers and breatheson your neck and the silence isn't even dead yetlook softly before you scream an empty house partywith...

Insanity is the hypotenuse of one's mind a right angle of reason splayed too widethe ghost of Pythagoras a catcher in the rye measured by the tsunami in the cerebellumwhen the rain falls mainly on the plainssipping the laudadum...