From the Screen – A Tripadi

she smiled at me from the screen and it was the warmest i’d been for the longest time i could remember didn’t know her name just her face from movies i’d seen at my place watching alone filling this intense need lying there lying to myself believing her gaze is heartfelt knowing all along she…

Open Unto You – An Endecha

i hold you in my arms and they remain empty despite their deep longing for your warmth open unto you a love you can’t requite

Phantom Pain

drinks in winter rain like cold moscato coating her tongue with nimbus swell – spends time staring out windows not saying a word day dreaming mad hallucinations behind calm eyes – image of serenity – screaming incessantly from the pillow padded sound proofed cell of a damaged soul – watch her move and sway rhythmic…

Panties

found a pair of discarded panties violet lace and floral pattern sheer and splayed contorted against pitted asphalt and rock salt – i don’t know how they found their way there but it’s been two weeks and they haven’t moved – that first morning they caught my attention bright clear morning and warm out near…

Share This Silence

we never speak and i like it that way we can read each other between the lines the subtext of body language hanging on every word left unspoken – so many people say so much and so little at the same time filling the space between with vapid small talk insipid ideas leaching our intellect…

Savage Union

she comes on with predatory grace an ease both elegant and subdued – pheromone trance ensnares the naive youth of a boy fresh eager to please presents himself – savage union rends him stripping him of his dignity and rips him head to toe but he doesn’t know yet – confidence boosts alpha male static…

Old Wounds Pt. 1

I met her on a dating app, finally reserved to seeking conversation in place of sex. The tedious, critical process of selectively swiping on potential partners reduced to a mindless exercise, apathetically thumbing through profiles while never glancing down at the screen. This had become habitual, more impulse than directed action. Running out of potential…