working on it:

New Game 2

like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw

...then

a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast

......then

biting your lip, you're above yourself

riding a breathless gush

of heat. & i'm between.

Afraid to Say Your Name 3

i cannot bear where dust collects

across the window pane

sun falling through, an exposure

a public undressing, i do not care

for busy & benign women, nor

their well-mannered hair & polished

sapphire attractions.

when your shirt is pulled slowly over your ribs

i look away, afraid of the things i could do.