Ripe


And like ripe fruit
I split beneath his fingers,
Sweet and sticking to him,
He played with me
Between his lips and
I was consumed.

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A Poet Begins

Hello, dear friends, and welcome to my Writer’s Room.
In this space, I will endeavor to share largely unedited and off the cuff poems, thought fragments, and contemplations with you.

Everything you read herein is my original work.
If you had desired to see a bit of my art and share some private thoughts, this is my answer to your queries.
Please enjoy the journey.

Our synapses branch between us
Like strings on a harp
That strum and create color notes
In our soft tissue
And that is how
For you, my love,
I become your masterpiece.

 

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