pleasure – a poet's confessional

drown

i curl my lips into a smileand dig my nails deepi am something you can drown inand as you sink further and further you will know that i am something you can never get enough ofi will give you that smile that shattersand you will know that you’ll drown with nothing but pleasure in yourContinue reading “drown”

a treatise on such indelicate things

there is such shame in my pleasure where i cannot reconcile one and the other where i become a philosopher of centuries past, trying to connect, try to make one the same where i try to justify such things i look, i stare, i try to understand but there is no one in the sameContinue reading “a treatise on such indelicate things”