Tag Archives: lust
Tuesday afternoon, blowing off work to find his lover, in bed, fondling Madame Bovary’s text under the covers, literary flint and tease sparking his novel request–May I read between your legs? (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson) Advertisements
Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors. (Photo by Brassai)
(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.) What are we gonna do with ourselves Daniel? Like right now? Like ever. Are you gonna go to college? I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Why you’re smart? … Continue reading
Touch, how her body becomes a pulsing slate of Braille, your fingers, unfinished, running on
Adore, the charmed offspring of Love’s prickly liason with Innocence before it ripens and falls.
Listen to the spoken word track (with bass and flute) here. If your body, sungthru riddled and sticky, demanded rechristening for old time’s taste, down I’d go divebombin straight to and through the Source— a treebranch’s wellhung honeycomb totem, ridged bulb … Continue reading
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: From that point forward Piers and Teresa hung out nearly every night, getting drunk and stoned and completing each other in various ways. An adverbially inflamed Teresa fell hard for Piers and loved her … Continue reading
Anya and I started making out. It went on for a long, tangled while. I ventured to Anya’s breasts, smoothing my hands over them through her shirt. Then my hands went under her shirt and I was in exciting, unfamiliar … Continue reading
When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.