“To My Muse” (A Poem)

I do not ask, And yet, you give freely. As you receive, You do so willingly. And the dance we share gives her nourishment and the Muse his inspiration. We fill each other’s cup back and forth, an improvised act of kindness of a shared language only we speak. And at the end of the…

“I Leash, You Lead” (A Poem)

I leash, You lead. One larger circle protecting the smaller. Interlocked at the hips and at the lips. Lightning strikes; We exhale. Ravenous exploration; Breathing wind to sail. Pen stroke as delicate as the rings on the clavicle – the tiniest licks forming a crescent moon and stars, the Libra scales on my arm, counterweights…

“The Goblet Drum” (A Poem)

You play my skin like you beat your Doumbek, holding my body firm in your grasp… my hips at the base, my waist at the middle, my breast the skin beneath your fingers, my heart the tambourine just under the surface. Your goblet drum is the chalice of my body between your guiding hands, you…

A Divine Gift (A Poem)

A woman doesn’t want to be a trophy. A woman wants to be worshipped. She is not a groupie for your pleasure; nor a cup for you to spill… If she allows you to drink from her, consider her nectar a divine gift. For one taste of a woman is surely more than any one…