napowrimo 2017: #3

i may be writing
love letters to ghosts; complex
imagined fragments.

untitled {napowrimo '11, # 26}

inspiration's short,
but sleep is long. the struggle
continues. four days.

mercury retrograde {napowrimo '11, # 24}

retrograde shatters
illusions; we make room for
new realities.

haiku {napowrimo '11, #3}

sleeping my way through
weekends, bracing for the week.
fair exchange? not sure.

haiku (napowrimo #29)

bad news killin highs.
information overload
crushes the soft heart.

confection (napowrimo #27)

your chocolate, my
peanut butter. a cup full
of loving sweetness.

liberation (napowrimo #20)

rise up. take light from
my hands and line your lips with
sweetness, beloved.

my desert (napowrimo #19)

heat rises from flesh
begging for contact, release.
your kiss: cooling rain.

imposter (napowrimo #11)

bedroom window breeze
dances across my shoulder
mimicking your lips.

ambidextrous (napowrimo #4)

my magic is white
before your hands trace my spine...
then, hips drum dark beats.




{a brief explanation: for some, white magic--or the right-hand path--is considered chaste and/or decidedly non-sexual. sex magick, tantra, and other sensual pleasures used as spiritual disciplines are deemed "left-handed". the left hand path is often maligned as completely "evil" and full of "black magic", when really there are positive and negative poles of each. e.g., white magic used to manipulate emotions and free will--such as a "come back to me" spell--could also be considered negative.}

haiku (napowrimo #2)

he speaks to me. i
am lost in lucid brown eyes,
trying to translate.