Raw Earth Ink
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Tag: Desire
Wildfire
what hurts is I am nothing but a piece of clay filling a void I’m not the missing piece just a piece of muddy clay and when the hole doesn’t feel so empty you cast me aside until you need a substitute again I’m… Continue Reading “Wildfire”
It Is Enough
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and… Continue Reading “It Is Enough”
Entrenched
Every dusky evening I slip slip slip deeper, fuller, further, entrenched in your loveWarm hands on shimmering skinYour arms encircle, a ring of stars twirling tightening flowing around my waistI sighYou whisper, breathe across my neck, alabaster, I stretchWe fit together, beside, over and… Continue Reading “Entrenched”
The Dreaming Rain
on a mild and drizzly afternooncurled up on the porch swingmy cheek resting upon my wristcreak-creak, creak-creakgently swayingrain pounding down the roofgrey clouds pregnant to burstingthunder boom, I smile it’s the aching memoriesthe timber of your voicecaressing me andhow I long for your bodypressed… Continue Reading “The Dreaming Rain”
Moonlight Kisses
moonlight kisses your shoulderand all my dreams are realizedin one gentle sigha breathe of exhalethe shadow of a smilememories and fantasies like a webmy fingers stroke your cheekas you turn into my armsand love blooms again tara caribou | ©2021
Approaching Existence
Your velvet breath along my skin, Draws sighs from my lungsA deep ache blooms and burnsA crackling flame belowThis smile, a smirk of memoryYour voice, low, reminding meWickedness sublimeWant unfettered My neck, bare: hopefulThe heat of your lips, gentle, sucklingA trail of kisses, promisesEven… Continue Reading “Approaching Existence”
It’s Just The Way She Loves
she’s beautiful in your eyes the way she dances as she works, singing loudly and shaking her hips when she thinks no one seesthe way she watches a small wild rabbit from the top step of the porch with a smile, a hand on… Continue Reading “It’s Just The Way She Loves”
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