it’s been so long
her spare pillow
became the cat’s
it’s been so long
her spare pillow
became the cat’s
life is like spilt wine
you can’t catch it in your hands
but you can lick it off
(for carolyn)
you make my mouth wet
salty smooth and olive-oiled
oh avocado
his face revealed
his loins were hot – so she
let his lust sink in
workplace bathroom
stall doors close in rhythm
pee stream melody
warm spring night
a motorcycle ride
summer foreplay