Tag Archives: crush
Is there anything greater than the beautiful nothing that gets done with gingered languour that full-of-sweet nothing when you are lying in bed next to someone you love and after having participated in each other’s mysteries with a relish near … Continue reading
Shelling, till hips grafted a wild rush of air, bone rubbing against empty, this flint, improvising a dare.
Where words fail, empty husks grifting air to blush, my tongue found the clefted hollow between her neck and shoulder, warm run of shivers, novel to the slip and touch.
Adore, how a crush closes in on savored pink, to split flames, and corset ribbed longing.
Jilly, aged three, bared her teeth & bit Jack, four, hard on the arm, breaking skin & drawing blood. Stunned, Jack’s baby blues ballooned & gaped at Jilly, bright with malice & glee. Why Jilly why, Jack cried, nursing his … Continue reading
Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this third and … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. I was hanging out in the schoolyard, by myself, throwing a Spalding against the wall. It was something I did to relax. Anya breezed into the schoolyard. She was carrying a … Continue reading
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, gloves off.