Category: out of my collection

I want your hands to become language and make me offer you one thigh at a time. Let it sting loud…

Swim, swim for the shore. Steer by the bells. Sing, sing, for the nightingales refuse to be…

Empyrean, your hunger hurts you awake. The sin is not the wanting, it’s the wanting more.

— Traci…

I like that sweet little hothouse mouth you have. I like to kiss you with tongue, with gusto, with…

Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere. Soft, soft the windfall apples. Softer still the curled…

I’d like to think that love for one kills desire for all others. I’d like to think my doubts prove I…

Dear moon, you were an accident. Dear heart, you birdcage left at low tide, what’s living in you is…

“Love will teach you many things, most of them tragic—” – Traci Brimhall, from “Lullaby…

I am three thoughts away from the grave, two steps away from the open door, one kiss away from the…

I can’t read poetry at the moment due to stress so another list to take the edge off. Some books…