… Herr God, Herr Lucifer BewareBeware. Out of the ashI rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
Author Archives: AGirlDelighted
Muse
For days I triedTo decideWhich part of you to write about firstCan one poem hold all of you?Can a thousand? Your essence is untouchableYou’re calm, funny, and trueYour long dark beardOr the height of your muscular masculine body isn’t what defines you(I want to press my small hands against you) Emerald greenAnd stormy sky blue(tingedContinue reading “Muse”
Your hands know me
They so rarely stutter across my thighs, as you drag your fingers like paint, every bit of me is coloured with you and your rooted musky scent. Your lips never have to search long, my brown skin will guide your way. Breathe me in, press me in, before my body leaves, astray. I need youContinue reading “Your hands know me”
Basically exactly my process
Warmth
To you I’m a warm auraA fire containedAnd I’m jealous of that warmthBecause for me, you reside so deeply in my chest that the sunlight doesn’t touch youYou are where certain dark things are to be lovedBetween the shadow and the soulSo if I was cracked openPieces of you would fall outAnd I don’t knowContinue reading “Warmth”
Love letter from B (1)
Alicia- I want you to have this so you know what you mean to me. I never would have been able to sincerely and honestly comprehend such passion before I met you. Thank you for teaching me to better feel, and for making me feel better. (From B written inside Pablo Neruda’s Twenty Love PoemsContinue reading “Love letter from B (1)”
Push
You pushed too farYour tendrils curled around my thighs, slinkingWrapped around my hips, grippingCaressed my waist, prodding Slithered to my lips while slipping down my throat searching for a story that I wasn’t ready to tell You saw colours inside me and wanted them for your own, shimmery and folding into each other, if youContinue reading “Push”
Quote-Dita Von Teese
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.
Shel Silverstein-Masks
Stardust
Why can’t I breath anymore?Your words swirl around my face, suffocating me into a catatonic state. I try to find meaning in your words, the ones you use as weapons, the ones you use to hide meaning, exploiting them, exploiting me. How dare you? Words are for gentle caressing of the soul, a soft whisper buried inContinue reading “Stardust”
