To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach.
Is the iron of my ancestors:
It is weightless
It stretches and shrinks
Like the days of summer.
My body runs warm like a shower
Glows like a gallop
Ripens and slides with sweat.
My body eats the world
Licking every second
And glides into itself
Tuesday 16th August 2022 10:54 am
They never ask, the old ladies.
They just hug, pinch, kiss and
Cuddle at will. Babies are theirs,
You know, and they do love them
So much. I guess it isn’t their fault,
No one ever told them they aren’t
Free to touch at will. I once told
A woman to get her hands out of
My hair, and she said no man
Had ever asked her to stop
Touching him before. As an old
Lady, I’m sure she became anothe...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 10:01 am
Lady Porcelain Kindness
A lady with clear pale skin, few blemishes
mar her daily perfection, playing a flawless part
in her sharp European presence.
Inclining her head like a brisk marching soldier
into First Year lecture theatres, she convinces
the boys of the glittering sincerity
of her blue, blue eyes. Somehow wise
beyond her twenty-four years,
she does joie...
Friday 24th November 2017 10:14 am